After all, Ai Zhiyi was his young brother and their reunion reminded him of how he used to love him as a brother.
Ai Zhizhu would never escape their brotherly bond. So, the only way to not hold a lasting grudge was to accept reality and forgive the past. That way, as time went by, what had passed wouldn't deal a harder blow in the future.
Sighing, Ai Zhizhu said, "Let's go home."
Ai Zhiyi lifted his head, looking at Ai Zhizhu with tears in his ebony eyes. He initially wondered where he should go back until he found out that Ai Zhizhu asked him to return to their house.
Ai Zhiyi bowed his head, wiping his tears as he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid of dad. He once said he doesn't want to see me again. I'd better find an inn out there."
Hearing those words, Ai Zhizhu covered his mouth with his fists as if his laughter was about to burst. Let alone their father, he, himself had thought like that before.
