Wen Qun is both good and bad.
Why is he so good to me, and so indulgent with me?
I hesitate to think that such a relationship is not right, but I can't bear to give up this kindness.
As I was unable to sort out my feelings, my eighteenth birthday was approaching.
Two days before my birthday, my mom called.
"Wen Jiang, the family has prepared a birthday party for you, you must come back. Don't let your dad and me down."
"Got it, Mom."
I turned around and called Wen Qun.
Over the phone, I could hear him typing continuously on the keyboard.
He sounded very busy, yet he still asked distractedly, "What's up? Miss your brother?"
Wen Qun has been teasing me like this a lot recently.
"Mom and Dad said they're celebrating my birthday. Brother, are you coming home?"
Wen Qun was silent for a moment, seemingly a bit reluctant, but still said, "I've been busy these days. I'll have the driver send you back first."
I felt a bit upset.