She couldn't help asking, "What if another sister wants to live with you?"
Wen Yangzhi didn't even lift his head, "She won't live with me."
But she wanted to hear the most definite favoritism, and with a whiny voice, she pressed on, "Then what if her house leaks, or she has nowhere to go, and runs to you for shelter? Isn't it natural for her to stay with you? Would you really just ignore her?"
Wen Yangzhi's middle finger and thumb pinched a puzzle piece, his index finger resting on the edge, spinning it around as he thought, his mind on the puzzle, not on her words:
"If she's my sister, of course I won't just ignore her."
She felt it was contradictory: "But you won't let your sister live with you."
He fit the puzzle piece into the corner: "I will find her a place, she shouldn't live with me."
She still wanted to hear that she was different from the others, but she was puzzled:
"Then why is it okay for me?"
He glanced down at her: "Are you my sister?"
