"Little Yao, all I wish is for you to be well."
She pursed the corners of her lips and slightly raised her head, "If only you were my real brother."
"Silly girl," Yan Zhan chuckled softly, brushing her hair, his voice tender, "If you feel in your heart that I am, then I am."
Her lips curled slightly, and Zhan Se looked up at Yan Zhan's handsome and noble face, feeling warmth in her heart.
Having a brother to protect her was indeed very nice.
Sun Qing didn't know who An Donghua was, nor did she understand the psychological impact that Yan Zhan's words today might have on Zhan Se. She only knew that from the moment she appeared in the café until now, she hadn't said a word, just staring blankly ahead at the road for a long time without reacting.
"Zhan Se." She called out.
"Hmm?" Zhan Se lifted her eyelids slightly and responded softly.
