The young boy suddenly trembled: "What's different about your blood?"
The girl extended her tiny finger and traced a few words on the boy's arm: "They say my blood has this name and it's different from anyone else's."
The young boy held his breath.
Feeling the crooked letters on his arm.
It was the same rare blood type as his sister's, even the name was unofficial, making it particularly special and unforgettable.
Unexpectedly, there was another girl in the world, just like her.
His heartbeat suddenly pounded against his chest.
"Big brother, has she lost a lot of blood? I can lend my blood to your sister. I have a lot of blood! Sometimes I even get nosebleeds."
Listening to this unfamiliar girl's sincere and generous offer, the young boy felt an inexplicable wave of emotion.
Staying silent for a moment, he closed his eyes: "That's not possible."
"Big brother, why not?"
"Because your blood is very precious and can't be given away recklessly. Do you understand?"
