In the morning as I just got up, Ayen was brought over by someone.

Every time I please Wei Beichen, he would let me see Ayen.

As if this is his gift to me.

If it weren't for him, how could I have been separated from my brother?

"Sister, sister." Ayen ran towards me, bouncing.

I hugged him with a smile, took out a handkerchief from my sleeve, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Slow down."

He carefully opened his hand: "Sister, eat."

I looked over, and in his palm lay a piece of date pastry, but it was already broken beyond recognition.

I took it, put it in my mouth, my eyes becoming more and more bitter: "So sweet, thank you Ayen, sister likes it very much."

He chuckled a bit, then raised his hand to touch my face.

"Sister, why are you crying?"

I took a deep breath: "Sister is happy, Ayen is growing up so healthy now."

At his words, he straightened his back: "Sister, Ayen will grow up soon, grow up to protect sister."

I pinched his little cheek, pretending to be casual: "Then sister will wait for you to grow up."

But I knew, Ayen would never grow up again.