"Brother, are you trying to commit suicide because you're heartbroken?" Du Jingtang was chewing on his fingernails. His cousin was not one to be infatuated with love. On the contrary, one would describe him as a heartless man. No matter how pessimistic he felt, he shouldn't crack such a joke with his own life.
Chu Lui reached out to touch his shoulder. Then, his eyebrows knitted tightly together as he coughed. There was a constant searing pain from his shoulder to his elbow. Although his expression was the same as usual, he was the only one who would fully understand the existence of such agonizing pain.
