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From that day on, a part of the dike in her heart was lessened, or rather, a small breach had appeared.
When she saw her older brother, she didn't feel so estranged anymore, and that cautious feeling had also diminished.
She even faintly hoped for other interactions to bring them closer; she believed that if there were any issues, her brother would likely help her.
Her brother was the kind of person who would wait for her to come home until late into the night.
A seed was planted in her heart, and it felt restless, itching to break through the soil.
But the chances of her brother interacting with her were far too few, and when she did see him, he was sometimes with friends, or just in the garden pavilion reviewing bank documents, accompanied by someone who looked like an auditor or secretary, waiting for him to sign, his expression not exactly cold but always naturally distanced.
