A sweet call suddenly came from the alley entrance.
Chen Long paused, then turned and walked toward the girl.
Meng Qianqian stepped forward to chase.
"Brother!"
The girl laughed and called again.
Meng Qianqian clenched her fists; if only he had another younger sister...
Chen Long brushed past the girl.
A young scholar quickly approached the alley carrying a box of freshly baked pastries and spoke to the girl, "I told you to wait for me in the shop, didn't I?"
The girl chuckled, "I was worried you might get lost."
The scholar affectionately patted her head. "I stood in line for half an hour and finally got it. Here."
"Brother, you're the best!"
The girl cheerfully took the pastry.
The siblings chatted and laughed as they left.
Meng Qianqian stood in the alley, crying and laughing alternately.
What was she thinking?
How could her brother recognize another as his sister just because she had died?