Jiang Sifan felt his eyes start to burn.
He remembered when they were little; every time his sister fell, he was the one to help her up.
Every time his sister was bullied, he was the one who rushed out to stand in front of her.
He thought that as her big brother, it was just what he was supposed to do.
But now he realized there were some things a big brother couldn't do.
Some words a big brother couldn't say.
"I know." His voice was a little hoarse. "Get some rest."
"Okay. Good night, big brother."
After hanging up, Jiang Sifan sat at his desk, staring blankly out the window.
He hadn't even noticed when the pen in his hand had fallen, and he didn't bother to pick it up.
Wen Wan came in from outside, holding two cups of milk tea.
She placed one in front of him. Seeing his expression, she asked softly, "Class President, what's wrong? You look awful."
Jiang Sifan shook his head and replied, "It's nothing."
