Jiang Wei'er interrupted, "I know."
She wasn't stupid.
But he wasn't just anyone, they had been childhood friends for so many years, and once this layer of paper was pierced, perhaps even their friendship wouldn't survive.
Jiang Wei'er had thought a lot about how to phrase her words, but when they reached her lips, they were still hard to express, and she didn't dare to look at him, "I've always treated you like a little brother."
Xue Bingxue stubbornly followed her gaze, "I'm only one day younger than you." No, he corrected precisely, "Half a day."
It wasn't a matter of who was older or younger.
Jiang Wei'er looked up at him, "Do you know why I never hit you?"
She even kicked Qiao Nanchu, but she never hit him.
She said, "Because you're good, I can't bring myself to do it."
He was too well-behaved, like a little prince who had accidentally escaped from an ivory tower, and she, the Little Witch, couldn't bear to be mean to him.
