But he just couldn't let go.
Upon careful reflection, what truly made it impossible for him to let go was his endless imagination under the extreme repression of all these years.
Imagination is always full of beauty.
When he truly held Meng Xin Zhi in his arms, Zong Guang remembered his childhood.
This was his most beloved younger sister.
If he had been a little more patient during his adolescence, he might have discovered that he liked Meng Xin Zhi for the same reason that Meng Xin Zhi liked Dad.
His younger sister was his ideal type.
But the ideal type and the one you really end up with often have a big gap between them.
In the long-missed hug, Zong Guang's heart was filled with nothing but purity.
"Thank you for coming back to see me," he said.
"If I should say thank you, shouldn't I start with thanking big brother for sharing half of Dad with me?" she replied.
