He slowly raised his gaze, looking toward the figure ahead.
Wen Xian walked to a spot near the window, stopped, pulled out a chair, removed her coat and draped it over a nearby chair before sitting down.
Today, she wore a black, tight-fitting turtleneck sweater that, despite her slender figure, endowed her with an aura of aloofness.
Indeed, having not seen her for a long time, she had no idea what her younger brother, now seventeen, was like—neither old nor young, some aspects of his character must have already formed.
The young man came over and sat opposite her.
Wen Xian looked at him, a touch of complexity flashing in her eyes.
It must be said, he bore a few resemblances to her.
He had fair skin, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and gentle facial contours.
"What's this, I provide for your food, drink, and schooling, and you don't even know to call me sister when you see me?"
Wen Xian looked at his silent demeanor, her eyes earnest as she asked.
