Class President

Xiang Weimin looked at her face a moment longer, lost in his thoughts before he said, "Wai, you are delicate."

Xiang Wai stared at her brother's face and sneered, "Me? I'm delicate? How? I slept in the middle of a desert. I even slept in a dense forest. I even used snow as a blanket. You're telling me, I'm still delicate?"

Xiang Weimin shook his head at her, "I was talking about your heart. It's true that you're a strong person who has gone through a lot. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to advance in Special Forces. There is no doubt, you do one of the dangerous jobs. But that does not change who you are. You have always been the delicate one." His voice lowered as he added, "Or else, our parents' divorce wouldn't have affected you the way it did."