Cousin Mo was stunned. The light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit.
"Nanxing, I've never thought like that before. I don't want to implicate any of you. If it weren't for my father's business mistake and his inability to protect you, the Tong family wouldn't have fallen into such a state. My father died with a grievance. I'm alive to atone for my father's sins. I can't drag you down."
His voice was light and firm.
I went forward to hug him. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. "But you're my older brother. I don't want you to die. I want you to live!"
His arms slowly closed around me bit by bit. He hugged me in his arms.
My memories suddenly returned to the chaotic and unclear memories of my childhood. Cousin Mo had always protected me like this. It was when I was tired of crying that I was finally willing to sit down and talk to him properly.
"Nanxing, you're crying until my heart is broken." He finally sighed helplessly.
