Being the only sister among the sworn brothers was a unique experience.

From the very beginning, you were treated like gold, shielded and protected by everyone, well, almost everyone.

Peng was the exception.

You and Peng had a dynamic all your own.

Arguments were frequent, sparks flew, yet beneath it all, a strange kind of trust existed.

He saw you as a sister, and despite the bickering, there was a grudging respect.

Your closest bonds were with Wukong and Macaque.

They were your confidantes, your partners in crime, but their protectiveness could be a bit much sometimes.

Being the only female in the group meant they often hovered, their concern a tangible weight.

Peng, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less.

He treated you like any of the other brothers, his bluntness a refreshing contrast to the others' doting.

One night you were sitting outside alone, the cool night air whispered secrets through your hair as you sat alone, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

The stars above twinkled like scattered diamonds, a peaceful backdrop to the quiet contemplation that settled over you.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the figure approaching until a familiar, slightly annoying poke from a staff nudged your shoulder.

"Hey, Bèndàn," Peng's voice, laced with its usual blend of annoyance and a hint of something unreadable, cut through the silence.

His eyes, narrowed slightly, held that familiar glint of impatience. "Time to head to bed."