Chapter 6

It shouldn't be like this.

My Ethan Parker was as pure as a clear breeze and bright moon.

When he saw me he would smile gently and call my name softly: "Olivia."

When I was little I called him "big brother". Every time after school, he would wait for me at the school gates with his backpack. I would always shout excitedly: "Big brother!"

Then I would proudly tell my teacher: "My big brother is here to pick me up!"

"Goodbye, teacher."

Later when I grew up and entered my rebellious phase, I liked to call him by his full name.

"Ethan Parker! Don't tell my mom."

"Ethan Parker, I was wrong."

"Ethan Parker, what should I do "

He was never annoyed, always responding patiently, patting my head and helping me clean up all my messes.

"Ethan Parker."

"Will you always protect me "

"I will."

The young man wore a white shirt, his posture tall and straight. The hem of his shirt fluttered in the wind as I secretly grasped it, unable to see his expression from the front seat of the bicycle.

His voice was clear and frank: "I'm Olivia's big brother."

"Of course I'll protect Olivia for life."

No way.

I didn't want to just be your little sister.

I pouted, not daring to speak, only able to hug his waist in frustration: "Then ride steadily!"

Actually the road was smooth with no obstacles.

He paused for a moment, laughter bubbling up from his chest, but he didn't argue, just obediently agreeing:

"Okay."

Later when I started to have romantic feelings, I grew out my hair and wore pretty dresses, calling him "Brother Ethan".

By that time Ethan Parker had gone to college in another city, rarely coming back.

His shoulders had broadened and his legs had grown longer, cutting an imposing figure.

There was a hint of coolness between his brows, but it would all melt away into a smile when he saw me.

My heart had been fluttering for so many years.

During those days in my senior year of high school, every time I looked up at the moon late at night, I thought about just hanging on a little longer. If I could just get through this period.

I wanted to get the best grades possible, then stand before him and confess all the girlish feelings and bittersweet emotions I had harbored for decades.

Tell him that I liked him, had liked him for a very long time.

That thought gave me the motivation to face all those dry and tedious exam questions again.

But this person I encountered today.

He didn't resemble his former self at all.