I have treated the most valuable young master in Jincheng as my sister for three years.
The first time they met, he was accidentally injured in a back alley and burst into tears. I grabbed his handkerchief to wipe the blood and told him to "go away quickly". I later learned that it was the first time he was seen crying but was not disliked.
So he made a decision - let everyone cooperate and let me continue to think that he was a woman.
So for the past three years, he has been my "sister", calling me sister, crawling into my arms, pulling on my clothes and saying he was scared. I protected him, coaxed him, slept with him in my arms, thinking that this was the sister I had always wanted.
Until the crisis came that day, he stood in front of me, his eyes were firmer than I had ever seen.
"I'm not just your sister," he said, "I'm a man too."
Later, when the truth was revealed, he said to me with red eyes: I lied to you for three years - my name was fake, my gender was fake, and half of my tears were fake.
But one thing is true.
I like you, it's true.
