Older brother really was the one who resembled Dad the most.
On this point, Meng Xinzhi had no way to deny it.
She had seriously thought about this issue herself.
The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
Perhaps it was because Dad and older brother had too many similarities, so every time she saw her brother, she couldn't help but think of Dad.
Then, that feeling, it just couldn't get any closer.
She would miss her brother
Wondering whether her brother was doing well.
Wondering when her brother could come back.
Wondering why her brother left in the first place.
But all of these thoughts were different from the love she had not yet begun to dream of.
Meng Xinzhi had always thought that once she was ready,
She would find someone who enjoyed drinking, someone she could clink glasses with for the sheer joy of it whether there was a reason or not.
If they parted even briefly, nothing would seem right.
