(Caption) I am Sister

Late at night, he quietly slipped into his sister's room, his mind both nervous and a little excited. The room was filled with a faint aroma, the closet was filled with his sister's dresses, and the vanity table was filled with various bottles and jars. The bed was so soft that it instantly relaxed him, and within moments, he fell into a deep sleep.

At midnight, the room seemed to come to life. Dresses from the closet gently floated out and covered him, stockings slid up his legs, and small black leather shoes covered his feet. The brushes and lipsticks on the dressing table also floated up automatically, and the delicate makeup was instantly completed. His hair was gently combed into soft waves and draped over his shoulders.

As the early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, she slowly woke up and habitually raised her hand to ruffle the long hair around her ears. The blue dress fit snugly and the black leather shoes wrapped securely around her feet. She walked over to the mirror and saw herself in it, dressed appropriately and with exquisite makeup. Rightfully so, she began to get ready for a new day.

Standing in front of her dresser, she suddenly noticed some subtle marks on the floor - a pair of footprints one size too big, and the closet door pulled open. Last night, it appeared that her brother had been in her room. Thinking of this, her brows furrowed slightly, and a wave of unhappiness rose in her heart. How dare her brother mess with her things while she was away?

But she quickly calmed down and didn't bother to pursue the matter. He was just a little kid, after all. So she pursed her lips and stepped on her heels, which gently tapped the ground with a crisp sound. She walked towards the door of her room and gently pushed it open, her steps graceful and comfortable, as if this had never happened.