Brother.
Her tender brother.
Mu Mian's eyes were somewhat warm.
His movements were very gentle, very cautious, and when he wiped her wound and her breathing became quick due to the pain, his handsome eyebrows would furrow tighter, then he would softly comfort her by her side.
"Be good, it's okay. It'll be fine in a bit."
Yet Mu Mian was moved.
There were so many entanglements between her and Gong Heng, she liked him, liked him since she was little, liked him since the first time they met.
He was her brother.
Her closest brother.
The incident when she was sixteen scared her, and during the two years he was gone, she had nightmares every day, but sometimes she also worried about how he was doing abroad...
She never hated him.
Only feared him.
