"Zi Yang."
If it was in the past, Gu Ziyang would have rushed over to hug Gu Zimo like the warm sunlight. At the very least, they would have patted each other's shoulders to show their intimacy.
Now, they were within reach, but it was as if there was an uncrossable ditch.
He could no longer do as he pleased like before.
"You've lost a lot of weight. Haven't you been eating well recently?"
The two of them sat down in the living room and Gu Ziyang personally made tea for Gu Shimo.
After suffering the heavy blow of losing his parents, the sunny, handsome, and carefree youth had an additional layer of melancholy and decadence.
His face had obviously lost weight. His originally toot face was now sunken on both sides.
"No appetite."
Gu Ziyang sat diagonally across from Gu Shimo. He did not even dare to look Gu Shimo in the eye, and his fingers were unconsciously scratching each other.
