After a pause, he nervously said, "Mommy only belongs to you. I won't compete with you for her, alright? Youyou, don't be like this…" As he spoke, he helplessly reached for his brother's hand.
Youyou, on the other hand, took half a step back in disgust. It was as if he felt that Little Yichen would dirty him!
"Don't touch me!" Youyou's figure gradually turned blurry and dissipated into thin mist.
"No!!"
Little Yichen lunged at him sadly, but there was only air. When he raised his head again, the scenery before him had changed.
He saw Xiangti Walk. His home. At this moment, he could not tell if he was in a dream or in reality.
Little Yichen bit his lower lip hard and walked forward tentatively. He stood outside the door and looked past the recessed area. Through the balcony's French window, he saw the figure of Yun Shishi carrying Yueyao.
