For three years, I spoiled the most prized young master in Jincheng like he was my little sister.
The first time we met, he was in an alley behind a street, hurt by accident, with tears streaming down his face. I snatched his handkerchief to wipe the blood and snapped, “Go on, get out of here.” Only later did I learn that it was the first time anyone had seen him cry without despising him.
So he made a decision: get everyone to play along so I would keep thinking he was a girl.
For those three years, he was my “little sister.” He called me Big Sis, snuggled into my arms, and tugged on my sleeve, saying he was scared. I protected him, comforted him, and held him as he slept, thinking he was the little sister I had always wanted.
Until danger struck one day, and he stepped in front of me, his eyes filled with a resolve I had never seen before.
“I'm not just your little sister,” he said. “I'm a man, too.”
When the truth finally came out, he looked at me with reddened eyes and said, “I've been lying to you for three years. My name was fake, my gender was fake, and even half my tears were an act.
“But one thing was real.
“I really do love you.”
