Yin Dong aloofness became more apparent when he entered his rebellious phase. The only one who could get close to him was his sister.
To him, she was someone precious; this might have to do with the kinship that he had with her.
Even his parents could not match the love he had for her.
The young him did not realize that the nature of their relationship had changed. It was at a crossroads.
His sister’s dependency on him had gradually turned into possessiveness.
The two were so close that they slept on the same bed until junior high school.
When she entered high school, her body hit puberty.
The boy was a freshman then. After his biology class, he came to understand sexuality; hence, he slowly distanced himself from his sister’s intimacy.
The difference between him and Yin Xiachun was that, when the latter entered puberty, she was quick to discover that her love for him had gone beyond the norm.
She also realized, with much uneasiness, that she was destined to stay apart from her brother. She wanted to maintain this conflicting relationship with him forever – one that seemed close yet actually distant.
She knew that, one day, a third-party would appear between them. The thought of this person would uninhibitedly possess his arms, chest, and loving tenderness drove her into a panic she had never experienced before. She could not imagine him holding someone else as more important than her and a time when his love and care would not just be for her.
She was horrified at how much she resisted this possibility and hated the idea of a third party.
There was once when she caught sight of him walking home with a female classmate; that triggered her jealousy tremendously.
Nonetheless, she knew very well that her love for him was abnormal.
It was incestuous.
Still, admittedly, he was the first one to love her and dote on her the most in this life.
He made her heart throb with delight, and just the thought of him filled her with happiness; alas, she could not love him.
She had tried very hard to suppress her feelings for him until that segment in the music room where she could no longer hold back her affections.
This was how the kissing scene came about.
She wanted to enter a talent show and chose to play the piano.
She was an amateur when it came to this musical instrument as she did not pick it up when she was much younger.
When she was a small girl, she was satisfied with sitting beside him as he practiced the piano.
Her brother deliberately took her to the music room to reinforce her foundation overnight.
Ding ding dong dong—
Chopin’s serenade gently flowed from his fingertips.
All along, he was focusing on her fingering the keyboard and, seeing her incorrect hand positioning, patiently guided and instructed her. As for her, she was distracted from the task at hand by his side-profile.
“What’s the matter?” Looking up, he was startled to see her staring gently at him from the side.
“Nothing.”
“Eh, then, let’s continue…”
He took her hand and held it to the keyboard.
His sister suddenly hooked onto his hand tightly and refused to let go.
She held his hand with such force he could sense her knuckles trembling slightly against his.
In fact, his shock increased when he found her hand releasing cold sweat as her knuckles turned white.
“Brother, can we stay together always, can’t we?” she asked hesitantly at point-blank and almost pleadingly.
Alarm flashed across his eyes, and he did not say a word in response.
Yin Dong aloofness became more apparent when he entered his rebellious phase. The only one who could get close to him was his sister.
To him, she was someone precious; this might have to do with the kinship that he had with her.
Even his parents could not match the love he had for her.
The young him did not realize that the nature of their relationship had changed. It was at a crossroads.
His sister’s dependency on him had gradually turned into possessiveness.
The two were so close that they slept on the same bed until junior high school.
When she entered high school, her body hit puberty.
The boy was a freshman then. After his biology class, he came to understand sexuality; hence, he slowly distanced himself from his sister’s intimacy.
The difference between him and Yin Xiachun was that, when the latter entered puberty, she was quick to discover that her love for him had gone beyond the norm.
She also realized, with much uneasiness, that she was destined to stay apart from her brother. She wanted to maintain this conflicting relationship with him forever – one that seemed close yet actually distant.
She knew that, one day, a third-party would appear between them. The thought of this person would uninhibitedly possess his arms, chest, and loving tenderness drove her into a panic she had never experienced before. She could not imagine him holding someone else as more important than her and a time when his love and care would not just be for her.
She was horrified at how much she resisted this possibility and hated the idea of a third party.
There was once when she caught sight of him walking home with a female classmate; that triggered her jealousy tremendously.
Nonetheless, she knew very well that her love for him was abnormal.
It was incestuous.
Still, admittedly, he was the first one to love her and dote on her the most in this life.
He made her heart throb with delight, and just the thought of him filled her with happiness; alas, she could not love him.
She had tried very hard to suppress her feelings for him until that segment in the music room where she could no longer hold back her affections.
This was how the kissing scene came about.
She wanted to enter a talent show and chose to play the piano.
She was an amateur when it came to this musical instrument as she did not pick it up when she was much younger.
When she was a small girl, she was satisfied with sitting beside him as he practiced the piano.
Her brother deliberately took her to the music room to reinforce her foundation overnight.
Ding ding dong dong—
Chopin’s serenade gently flowed from his fingertips.
All along, he was focusing on her fingering the keyboard and, seeing her incorrect hand positioning, patiently guided and instructed her. As for her, she was distracted from the task at hand by his side-profile.
“What’s the matter?” Looking up, he was startled to see her staring gently at him from the side.
“Nothing.”
“Eh, then, let’s continue…”
He took her hand and held it to the keyboard.
His sister suddenly hooked onto his hand tightly and refused to let go.
She held his hand with such force he could sense her knuckles trembling slightly against his.
In fact, his shock increased when he found her hand releasing cold sweat as her knuckles turned white.
“Brother, can we stay together always, can’t we?” she asked hesitantly at point-blank and almost pleadingly.
Alarm flashed across his eyes, and he did not say a word in response.
