Time was unlike anything else.
Its passage could not be changed just because you wanted it to.
Racing against the clock was hard enough, let alone cutting a ten-minute journey down to five minutes.
"There are no buts. Even now, don't you understand? This idea that she wishes you were dead is all in your head. You're her brother, her family, after all. How could she hate you? Why not have an honest, open talk with her? Tell her everything you're unhappy with her about, ask her every question you have, instead of bottling it up and imagining things by yourself. She's right outside your door, listening in."
"All right. I'll do as you say."
He Jianjie took a deep breath, quietly walked to the door, and suddenly opened it.
"Ah!"
He Weiling, who had been eavesdropping, stumbled into her brother's arms.
She hurriedly pushed him away!
"Weren't you going to smash your computer? Why did you stop? Hah! Coward! I knew you couldn't bear to smash it or lose all those 'study materials.' You'd never dare jump off a building either. Trash will always be trash!"
"...Sis, there's something I want to talk to you about."
He Weiling suddenly froze.
She had no idea how long it had been since she had heard him call her "sis."
It was as though that word held magic, as though someone had struck a pressure point and immobilized her.
In a daze, she let him pull her into his room and sat on the edge of the bed.
"What do you want to say?"
He Weiling lowered her head and asked quietly, as though she had realized something.
He Jianjie lowered his head too.
At that moment, neither sibling quite knew what expression to wear as they faced the other.
"Sis, tell