I don't remember anything from before I was six...
I only know that the first time I met Ming Xuan was in a small dark room, where many other children were being held captive by human traffickers.
Later, I was rescued by Ling's father, while he was taken in by a mysterious organization called Guifeng and trained as an assassin.
I slowly walked up to Ming Xuan and opened my arms, gently embracing him. This time, there was no scent of blood on him, only a faint herbal fragrance. I quietly whispered in his ear, "Has he left?"
His blade-sharp chin rested lightly on my shoulder, sending a tingling sensation through me. "He's gone." He gently lifted his head from my shoulder. I looked at him and sighed deeply. "How much longer do we have to pretend we're siblings?" I took a bottle of medicinal wine from my food box and handed it to him.
He took the bottle from my hand quite naturally. "That's because you told them I was your brother in the first place." Tilting his head, he watched me with amusement. "Hey, Ming Xuan. Don't forget, I only did that to save you." I crossed my arms and glared, unconvinced, at Ming Xuan, whose face was full of smiles.
