Tang Wuling stared at the line of text, feeling as though something had lightly pricked her heart.
Why did An'an care so much about Na'er?
She was obviously his long-lost younger sister, and Lin An was willing to help look after her. By rights, Tang Wuling should have been happy.
But the first thought that surfaced in her mind was so absurd that even she found it ridiculous—Why should he?
Usually, he either disliked her or told her to get sterilized. Now that he had finally taken the initiative to care about someone, he was caring about someone else.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the communicator, and even her golden cowlick drooped.
If only he could speak to me in that tone someday. Even if it meant giving up that thing, I'd marry him.
"Brother?"
Na'er poked her head over from the side, her large purple eyes blinking rapidly.
Tang Wuling reacted incredibly quickly and slapped the communicator against her chest.
"What are you doing?"
"I just want to look."
"No."
Na'er pouted. In fact, she had already caught most of it.
Phrases like "I'll cover the expenses" and "Be a little nicer to girls" had flashed past, while the sender's name was displayed brightly as "An'an."
Na'er had already harbored a little suspicion because Lin An had suddenly grown distant from her before.
Was I too reckless when we first met?
I called him Brother and threw myself straight at him.
Did I scare him?
Now that she had seen this message, her thoughts began to waver again.
It seemed like... he didn't hate her after all.
If he really hated her, why would he specifically remind her brother to take care of her?
He had even worried that her brother might be stingy and deliberately emphasized that he