"Although it's been a long time, I've always felt like it only happened yesterday." Feng Jing's face was gloomy and his slender and deep eyes were dyed with a layer of gray.
"Your elder brother saved you back then. He definitely didn't want to see you brooding over his death." Lin Jia patted Feng Jing's shoulder gently.
"I'm fine," Feng Jing pretended to be relaxed and said, "Isn't it good now? If I transfer to City A, my mother won't see me and get upset."
Lin Jia looked at Feng Jing and felt a tinge of heartache. "Is Auntie… still blaming you?"
"It's not quite blame, maybe she is just avoiding the reality that my elder brother has passed away." Feng Jing sighed softly. "If she doesn't see me, she won't be reminded of my elder brother's death. Maybe it's better for us not to meet."
