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The atmosphere in the car suddenly turned solemn.
Su Lu remained quiet, sitting in the backseat.
Su Yi, seated in the passenger seat, had a somewhat pale face; he was a preterm baby, and his health had always been fragile since childhood. Su Lu doted on him, so even when they lost their parents and were in the orphanage, she would always make sure he had whatever little food or items there were first.
As he grew up, his constitution did improve some, but in moments of emotional arousal, his pallor was still evident on his face.
Su Zhe remained silent, driving quietly.
After pressing his lips tightly together for a while, Su Yi finally spoke in a low voice, "Why does it have to be like this? Brother, why do we have to live in such constant family discord? Wouldn't it be better if we were all harmonious?"
