Ji Zeqian went to open the door aggressively.

When the door opened, there was an incredibly cute and adorable smiling face outside.

"Sixth Brother, I've come to play with you!" Qiqi peeked out from behind the door frame like a cute little kitten.

"Little sister!" Seeing his little sister come to him, Ji Zeqian's indifferent face instantly became excited. He reached out and grabbed his sister's wrist, biting his lower lip with a hint of grievance, "Little sister, no, I don't want to play."

He spoke slowly and laboriously, uttering a string of disjointed words, but Qiqi understood them.

Sixth Brother was asking where she had gone and why she hadn't come to play with him for so long.

Qiqi tiptoed and gently patted her sixth brother's head like a little adult. "Sixth brother, I'm sorry, I've been a little busy lately. But as soon as I'm done, I'll come to see you! Have you been good while I've been away?"

"Good girl!" Ji Zeqian nodded heavily, as if to prove his point, and grabbed the little girl's wrist, dragging her into the room. "Draw, draw!"

"Is Sixth Brother drawing?" Qiqi followed his lead and walked inside, immediately spotting the drawing paper and brushes on the desk by the window.

“Hmm, painting, dream.” Ji Zeqian uttered each word clearly.

"Is Sixth Brother drawing a scene from a dream?" Ji Zeqian's desk was a bit high, so Qiqi had to climb onto the chair and kneel down to see what was on the drawing paper.

She frowned as soon as she glanced at it.

What's going on? Why is there a faint aura of yin energy on Sixth Brother's drawing paper?

She picked up the drawing paper and examined it over and over, but couldn't find the problem.

“Dreams, chaotic… not good.” A flash of anger crossed Ji Jingyou’s eyes as he spoke of his dreams.

He drew for many days, but still couldn't get it right.

Will my sister think he's stupid and stop liking him?

Thinking of this, Ji Zeqian's irritable emotions intensified, and even his pupils began to turn slightly red.

"Sixth Brother!" Noticing that his breathing was off, Qiqi quickly reached out and pressed on his temples, gently massaging them a few times. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the redness in Ji Zeqian's eyes fade and then lowered her hand.

The little girl stared intently at her sixth brother with her big, dark eyes for a long time, but couldn't see anything wrong with it.

But for some reason, her intuition told her that something must have happened to her sixth brother.

"Sixth Brother, can you tell me what you've been dreaming about lately?" Qiqi looked at Ji Zeqian earnestly.

The five-year-old boy looked pale and thin because he was sick.

Although his features are youthful, his face is rather strong, and when he is expressionless, he exudes an indescribable metaphor.

Hearing his sister's words, he tilted his head slightly, trying hard to recall the scene from his dream.

But it's strange, I had some vague memories before I opened the door, but now that I really have to recall them, I can't remember anything at all.

Ji Zeqian tried for a long time but still couldn't remember anything. He lowered his head in frustration and shook his head.

Qiqi couldn't help but laugh when she saw him looking like a dejected puppy.

She reached out and ruffled her sixth brother's hair again.

No wonder her parents and older brother all love to rub her head; it's so fluffy and feels really nice.

The little girl's eyes sparkled as she smiled and comforted Ji Zeqian, "It's okay, Sixth Brother, don't think about it if you can't remember. Maybe you'll dream about it when you fall asleep! Then Sixth Brother can write it down and tell me when you wake up!"

Upon hearing his younger sister say that she might dream about him again after falling asleep, Ji Zeqian, who had been looking dejected, suddenly looked up and his whole demeanor brightened up.

He grabbed Qiqi's arm hastily, trying to drag her towards the bed.

Completely ignoring that her younger sister was still kneeling on the chair, she pulled hard and actually dragged Qiqi off the chair.

The little girl fell to the floor with a thud, her knees scraping painfully against the marble tiles.

Ji Zeqian was stunned. He stood aside, looking at Qiqi helplessly, not knowing what to do.

Qiqi winced in pain, and tears welled up in her large, dark eyes.

But seeing her sixth brother so terrified, she could only endure the excruciating pain, get up from the ground, and grab Ji Zeqian's hand to comfort him.

"Sixth brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm alright!"

Ji Zeqian was genuinely terrified. He hadn't expected his sister to fall. The sound was so loud; just listening to it made him feel pain. How could she be alright?

Ji Zeqian's eyes were red!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

His voice choked with emotion as he repeatedly apologized.

Seeing that her sixth brother looked like he was about to cry, Qiqi quickly comforted him, "Sixth brother, don't cry, I'm really fine. Look, I can still jump and bounce, it doesn't hurt at all!"

As he spoke, he bounced twice to prove that he was really okay.

My knees were still very sore, and when I landed the second time, the pain was so bad that I lost my balance and almost fell over.

Ji Zeqian caught her in a flurry of activity, tears streaming down his face.

The little boy squatted down in front of her, half-kneeling on the ground, his fingers trembling as he reached out towards the little girl's knees.

Looking at the large red mark on it, with a faint bluish-purple tinge showing through, tears fell in large drops.

"Sixth Brother, don't cry, don't cry!" Seeing her sixth brother's tears, Qiqi reached out and wiped them away with heartache.

Although my sixth brother was sick, he looked cold and numb.

But in reality, he has a soft heart and is a kind-hearted person at heart.

"Or, Sixth Brother, how about you blow on Qiqi's head to relieve the pain and she'll fly away!"

Ji Zeqian looked up blankly, his eyes clear and clean, washed by tears.

He looked at the little girl, his eyes full of trust and earnestness, and asked, "Really?"

"Yes, really. When has Qiqi ever lied to Sixth Brother?" Qiqi looked back at him, her big, dark eyes curving into crescents with laughter.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and the wind, blowing through the half-open window, ruffled the fine strands of hair on her face.

"Whoosh..."

Ji Zeqian leaned closer almost reverently and gently blew on the air a few times.

He didn't stop until his mouth was completely dry, then looked up at his sister and asked, "Okay?"

"Okay, all done!" Qiqi tapped her fingers twice on the wound on her knee to relieve the pain, then showed it to Ji Zeqian and changed the subject, "Sixth Brother, where were you trying to take me just now?"

"Bed, bed, sleep!" Ji Zeqian pointed to the soft bed not far behind him, put his hand on his cheek, and tilted his head to make a sleeping posture.

Qiqi realized in a second, "Sixth Brother, is that dream you were talking about, the same dream that keeps repeating itself?"