1342 Sister, shall I bring you home?

She wanted to take a good look at him, so he let her do so.

Her heart warmed by his thoughtfulness.

The adult Gong Jie had become much gentler compared to when he was still a boy.

The gentle look in his eyes, which seemed to be overflowing with love and laughter, filled her entire heart.

It gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling.

She then became crestfallen. "Xiao Jie… I'm sorry for losing you all this time. It's all my fault…"

The man felt a pang of pain in his heart at her crestfallen look.

"Sis, don't be sad; it's my fault."

With sipped lips, she gently lifted his face to give it a careful examination. Her eyes carefully swept across every inch of it first before a smile broke out on her face.

"You've become much more handsome than before!"

The man laughed. He caught hold of her hand and placed it at his heart, replying teasingly at her thereafter. "Sis, I've been known to be very handsome since I was a boy."

His reply amused her. She could not help reaching out to tap on the tip of his nose lightly.

"You're still so shameless about your looks; this trait is exactly the same as when you were a young boy!"

She used to do this little action to him back in their childhood days.

Every time he got into mischief or did something wrong, he would always hide behind his sister, imploring on her to help clean up his mess, yet she could not bear to blame him and would just lightly tap on his nose to admonish him while feigning anger.

This was a little, tacit understanding between them.

As he yearned for the warmth in her finger and reminisced their innocent childhood days, he requested softly, "Sis, tap me on the nose again."

She did it accordingly.

He could not resist holding and pecking her on the back of her hand then greedily sticking it on his face.

The back of her hand was somewhat cold.

It had always been the case since she was young with her poor body constitution. All year round, there was not much warmth in both her hands, and the back of them would feel especially cold. She would like to shove them in his arms to seek warmth in the cold winter.

His mouth would then always twitch from the coldness of her hands each time she did so.

He could not bear to get rid of her little hands, nonetheless.

He would, therefore, endure the coldness and silently warm her hands with his.

Despite the indifferent look on his face, as if unafraid of the cold, he was actually freezing!

"Sis, shall I bring you back?" he asked softly, his face attached to her hand.

The woman was baffled, though.

Back?

"Back where?"

"Back to our home."

"Father?"

She was even more confused now.

"What father?"

"Our father."

Her face stiffened as her eyes dimmed slightly. "Have you forgotten that we only have a mother and no father?"

From as long as she could remember, she had never seen her father—only her mother and her twin brother. She did not know who he was for he had never once appeared before her.

From her mother, she learned that her biological father was a very handsome man.

In her heart, however, that man had cruelly abandoned them.

At least, that was what she thought.

For a man who had never played a part of her father for even a day, she treated him as non-existent.