It’s two in the afternoon.
The book signing event has reached its end.
Mia Ginger has been sitting without moving for hours, her whole body aching.
She lowered her head to sign another book, then looked up and was montarily stunned by the person she saw.
Bob Ginger had returned again.
With lowered eyes, he looked at her, a smile forming at the corner of his lips.
"Why are you back again?" Mia muttered quietly.
Bob directly opened the book and laid it out in front of her, saying sincerely, "I’m your fan, have liked you for several years now."
Mia felt a little uneasy and signed her na.
Pressing her lips together, she handed it over.
Looking up again, she saw there was no one else in line behind him.
In the vast space, only the siblings were left, one sitting and one standing, looking at each other.
Bob took the book within her gaze.
He didn’t leave.
Still standing in the sa place.
Mia stood up from her chair, walked around the long table to him, reached out to touch his arm, and whispered, "Don’t be mad, ok?"
"Just mad."
"..."
Mia looked at his childish expression and suddenly laughed.
Bob gave her an irritated look, suddenly put down the book, and directly picked her up, spinning her around.
Shouting loudly, "Sis! You are just amazing!"
Mia was caught off guard, almost scared to death; during the process, she shrieked and, dizzy, landed back down, directly punching him in the chest.
"Hehe." Bob held his chest and laughed, the joy filling his handso eyebrows and eyes.
He had been back for a while already.
Sitting outside waiting, watching those readers queue and then leave one by one.
The anger and depression suddenly disappeared.
Mia didn’t say anything, so what?
Her personality was bad anyway, she’s prickly and odd.
At ho these months, no matter what happened, she silently tolerated and processed it, good or bad, she rarely brought it up actively.
He had known for a long ti.
Mia was such a pretentious person.
If she didn’t want to say it, she didn’t say it, he’d find out later anyway.
What’s the big deal.
Besides—
He’s Wine!
Not today’s wine, tomorrow’s wine, or the day after tomorrow’s wine, but Wine!
He’s the person he likes to admire.
His idol!
Originally, he thought he was at least in his thirties, like Zuri Ginger said, a stubbled uncle.
But he guessed wrong.
He wasn’t a man, but a girl, so beautiful, so delicate, so intelligent, so excellent, and importantly, she wasn’t soone else; she’s Mia Ginger.
His own sister, Mia Ginger!
How wonderful!
Is there sothing better in the world than this?
The person he admired, he could live with; forget signatures, photo opportunities, commorative pictures, so easy!
Why tornt himself, pick fights for no reason, got issues?
Not long after, he completely convinced himself.
Praised Mia Ginger lavishly in front of a group of classmates, feeling very satisfied.
Happier than ever.
A heart still beating fast, practically wanted to jump a few laps around the outer square.
Bob looked steadily at Mia Ginger.
Grinning stupidly.
Mia couldn’t stand him but felt happy too, pressing her lips together, she turned and walked outside.
Bob suddenly hugged her tightly from behind, jumping and saying, "Ah! My sister is Wine! Wine is my sister, it’s so amazing!"
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