Dai Zhiqiang dreamed of having such a pleasant time with his family. He bought them a sumptuous meal, and they sat together at the table as they laughed and chatted.
Dai Bolin was still plump, not all skin and bone. Dai Shenqiang was still that bright kid who wore his feelings on his sleeves. He grinned cheerfully before showing his recent drawing, which was a beautiful picture of a wedding.
His and Li Caiyi's wedding.
Surprised by the elaborate and dreamy drawing, Dai Zhiqiang asked whether he was teasing him. Which was responded to by a look of confusion on his brother's face.
"What do you mean teasing you? Why would I do that when it's the truth."
The next moment, a pair of white and smooth arms encircled his neck from behind. A pleasant smell wafted to his nose, and he could feel someone's warmth and softness against his back.
