My name is Nao, and I hold the title of Princess Zhiyang. He used to call me Sister, then, as he grew older, it became Eldest Sister. But once, when he was gravely ill and feverish, I was caring for him when I heard him mumbling in his sleep.
He said, "A Nao."
He said, "A Nao, don't hate me."
He wept bitterly in his dream.
I had never hated him. From the moment I first saw him as a baby, from the moment his chubby little hand grasped my little finger, I had always loved him. I was just too young to know how to show it. I only thought I hated him for taking my mother away from me and causing the death of my little sister.
Theme: Who says women are inferior to men!
The writing style feels so ancient, like the style of novels in post bars or novel magazines. I miss it.