"Don't come any closer!"
Na'er suddenly took a step back.
Crack—
The suitcase wheel slammed into her calf with a piercing screech.
Her eyes turned completely red, and the tears she had held back for so long finally burst through.
All the grievances, expectations, and disappointments she had accumulated over the years exploded out at once.
She stared at Tang Wuling and emphasized each word:
"My brother was a boy. He had short blue hair. He didn't talk much. He carried me on his back. When it rained, he gave me his clothes. Whenever there was something tasty, he always saved some for me first."
By the end, even her own voice was trembling. Her lips had gone white from holding back, and she finally forced out through clenched teeth:
"He wasn't... he wasn't some cross-dressing freak!"
Tang Wuling fell silent on the spot.
That sentence struck precisely at the rawest part of her heart these past days, like a thin needle slowly piercing in.
Her lips moved, but she could not say a word.
Na'er was not done. Her emotions poured out like a broken dam:
"You dyed your hair. You wear skirts too. How could you become like this? You're a pervert!"
She was not trying to humiliate her on purpose.
She was simply denying it instinctively, as though denying it hard enough would be enough.
Then the blue-haired boy from her memories could return from the shell of the girl standing before her.
She had imagined their reunion countless times.
She had imagined marrying her brother once they grew up.
And then you turned into a big sister even prettier than me.
Who could handle that?
Tang Wuling had already prepared herself mentally countless times along the way.
But when she truly faced this moment, she realized