Shen Yiran thought that as long as he kept his distance, he could be a good “big brother.”
Su Jiu’er really did behave that way. She dutifully called him “bro,” quietly stayed in the room next door, and looked at him with clear eyes that never crossed the line. They were as polite to each other as roommates who’d just met.
But some things couldn’t be hidden.
He remembered which fruit she liked. When he heard she was going to a drinking party, he braved the pouring rain to pick her up. He even got angry when her aunt told her to find a boyfriend.
She resented him chatting with other girls. She also resented him when he didn’t reply to her messages.
But their parents had never registered their marriage. They weren’t siblings at all.
Everyone said, “You two are such close siblings.”
Then one day, Su Jiu’er posted a social media update visible only to him:
“I’ve fallen for someone I used to love all over again.”
He stared at the screen for a long time, then typed one word in the comments: “Me too.”
“Is it me?”
“Yeah.”
