"Now that you’ve seen, you can leave."
"No," Bob Ginger felt like he’d convinced Zuri Ginger, so he was in a good mood and started wandering around her room. As he wandered, he commented on the glass bottle on her desk, "What is this? A bottle full of buttons? It’s ugly as hell."
"Better looking than you." Mia Ginger put the glass bottle into the drawer and gave him a glare.
"Better looking than me?" Bob Ginger asked discontentedly, suddenly leaning closer to her with an upset look, "Take a good look at my face, you really think I’m worse than such an ugly glass bottle?"
"Yep." Mia Ginger was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing, "Really can’t compare."
Her laughter was very beautiful, her eyebrows arched, and her almond eyes curved into gentle crescents, making one’s heart feel soft.
"Sister," Bob Ginger suddenly called out.
Mia Ginger was stunned.
Bob Ginger tilted his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Forgive me, will you? I know I didn’t treat you well before, but I’ll be a good brother from now on."
"Okay." Mia Ginger hesitated for a moment, then wrapped an arm around his back, also speaking in a muffled voice, "I’ll remember what you said."
"Then... let’s not bring up the past anymore, alright?"
"The events of yesterday are like yesterday dying," Mia Ginger chuckled softly.
"It’s a deal." Bob Ginger let out a long sigh of relief, stood up straight and looked at her from above. He then reached out to ruffle her hair, hesitated for a moment and comforted her, "I know losing Brother Jackson might make you sad. But you still have me, right? Trading one man for another, you haven’t lost much."
"Go away." Mia Ginger rolled her eyes, "Can you compare with him?"
"Don’t underestimate people like that." Bob Ginger suddenly felt dissatisfied, "Why don’t you mention that he’s ten years older than me? Maybe in ten years, I’ll be stronger than him."
"Young people having ambition is a good thing." Mia Ginger pretended to be serious and nodded.
"..." Bob Ginger was at a loss for words and muttered, "As if you’re not a young person yourself."
"In any case, I’m older than you." Mia Ginger huffed.
Bob Ginger looked at her steadily, feeling unbelievably relieved.
He’s a guy, without so many complications in his heart, naturally drawn to things and people that lift his spirits.
It used to be Zuri Ginger, but now—
The current Zuri Ginger seems like a resentful woman, blinded by jealousy and anger, no longer kind and cute, showing a scheming side. Sensing this, he naturally feels a sense of unfamiliarity and fear, even though he constantly persuades himself to tolerate her, he still subconsciously distances himself and disapproves.
Mia Ginger is different.
She’s like a reed, flexible yet strong, even when temporarily bent by a gale, she can spring back quickly, swaying in the breeze.
Her vitality is incredibly resilient.
Such tenacity is always likable and admirable.
Bob Ginger doesn’t quite understand this involuntary feeling, but deeply feels that he likes Mia Ginger more and more.
Even after such past arguments, she can easily let go of grievances with a smile.
Compared to Zuri Ginger’s pettiness, her way made people feel relaxed.
How could he not like that?
This is his real sister, after all.
A sister should be , flexible, stubborn, forgiving, and straightforward.
She has her flaws too, with a bad temper and sharp tongue, sometimes unwilling to let things go, even pressing hard, but she’s so real and clever, she has moments of aggressiveness, but also moments of great generosity, even when opposing Zuri Ginger, she never actively harms others.