Zhou Hengguang rolled his eyes in a way that was very much at odds with his image and said mockingly, "Big brother, you're clearly overthinking it. Being so anxious doesn't suit you at all."
Zhou Hengyang scoffed, "And what about you? Sitting by the roadside wallowing in self-pity, does that suit you?"
"Which eye of yours saw me wallowing in self-pity?"
"Both eyes did," Zhou Hengyang glanced at his brother, showing no mercy with his words, "Got in over your head, didn't you? Didn't expect to fall so hard?"
Since his predicament was already exposed by Big brother, Zhou Hengguang didn't bother to hide it anymore, "Yeah! It's the first time I've ever gotten in over my head, and it's really taken its toll."
"So, the more you're in over your head, the harder it is for you to let go," Zhou Hengyang commented as someone who had been there, "You should never joke around with matters of the heart. If I had known earlier, I would have stopped you."
"So, are you here to stop me now?"
