Soon, the whole school knew that Xu Jiayan, a sixth-grader, had a pair of siblings who had just started first grade.
They were as delicate as porcelain dolls, and just as beautiful as he was.
As soon as Jiang Yuan left, someone couldn't help but run over and ask, "Xu Jiayan, are they your younger brother and sister?"
"Are your brother and sister twins?"
"..."
Xu Fang watched his good buddy beside him and couldn't help showing a look of anticipatory amusement.
A sister is a sister, but not the kind everyone thinks.
It all depends on how he answers.
God knows how hard it's been for him to keep a secret.
But the outcome was destined to disappoint him.
Because Xu Jiayan had no intention of answering at all.
And having been classmates for six years, everyone was used to his temperament; they asked without really expecting any answers.
Xu Fang could only continue to silently keep the secret, suffering alone.
