Good Morning Her Royal Highness

"Brother... don't you feel sorry for me a little...?"

Xia Xin's voice sounded, and Jiang Sijue's whole body shook, looking at Xia Xin in his arms, feeling irritable for no reason.

"You are my sister..."

"It has nothing to do with siblings——!"

Xia Xin looked at Jiang Sijue almost stubbornly, his eyes sparkled, "Hey? Right...? Jiang Sijue...does he like me a little bit?"

At least...a little bit is fine...

Jiang Sijue...

If I persist like this, will I wait for your heartbeat one day...?

But if I always respond so emotionlessly...then how can I persist...?

Jiang Sijue... At least a little response is fine, don't leave me alone...to make such hopeless entanglements...

Xia Xin didn't wait for Jiang Sijue's answer, and ran upstairs alone.

She didn't dare...don't dare to listen to Jiang Sijue's answer. After so many years... her feelings have long been so fragile that they would break if touched.

Jiang Sijue sat on the sofa downstairs by himself, his eyes dimmed with struggle.

Sighing, he finally stood up and took a step forward. He felt that for this younger sister, it was necessary to let her know that dependence and liking were completely different.

Walking to the door of Xia Xin's room, Jiang Sijue knocked on the door, tentatively, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"Xia Xia...?"

no answer.

"Xia Xia...?"

Jiang Sijue didn't give up, still calling at the door.

After a long time, a suppressed sob sounded from inside, as if exuding a strong sense of powerlessness and loss, it grabbed Jiang Sijue's heart in an instant, and even brought a little throbbing pain, spreading sourness in his chest cavity. With an astringent taste, the fingers holding the doorknob were clenched tightly one by one.

They are separated by a door, but they seem to be separated by the ends of the earth, and the farthest is the distance of the heart.

Xia Xin's hoarse voice came——

"elder brother?"

Jiang Sijue felt distressed for no reason, and some unknown emotion rolled in his chest. He wanted to rush out of the barriers like crazy, his movements froze, and his voice unconsciously became a little hoarse.

"Xia Xia, that..."

"I apologize for what happened just now."

Jiang Sijue's deep voice was still magnetic, like a glass of full-bodied red wine that made people drunk without drinking. He lowered his eyelids, casting a silhouette, and his exquisite side face seemed unrealistically beautiful, as if carefully carved by God. The knife-like facial features are silent in the shadows, cold and charming.

"Just now... it was my brother who was wrong."

Xia Xin stopped crying, feeling depressed and uncomfortable.

"In the future, brother won't..."

Jiang Sijue wanted to close his eyes for some reason, he couldn't imagine whether Xia Xin could accept his rejection in disguise.

That little girl will definitely... feel distressed and uncomfortable, right?

Xia Xin was in the room, clutching the pillow tightly with her fingers, gritting her teeth, trying to make her voice sound calmer, trying her best to hold up a smile, even though Jiang Sijue couldn't see it.

"It's okay...brother."

"Maybe, I drank too much in the bar, so I was a little messy..." Xia Xin wiped away the tears on his face, and told himself to be strong, Jiang Xiaxin, don't cry!

"Brother, that... I will move out..."

Jiang Sijue only felt a sudden hit to his heart, bringing great pain and depression to him, he took a few steps back and pursed his lips.

He obviously wanted Xia Xia to stay away from him...

Why at this moment... my heart hurts so much?