Luo Xiuran looked at the tombstone, and his gaze gradually turned cold. All these years, he lived in his brother's shadow. His father and mother were very satisfied with this. No one ever asked him if he wanted to live like this.
Qian Qing lowered her gaze. Her eyes were red, and she looked a little at a loss. After a long while, she said with great difficulty, "Then that person who was with me…"
"That was me…"
"Then…"
"When the engagement to the Jian family happened, my elder brother was seriously ill. I don't know where Father heard it from, but he believed that if someone close to my eldest brother kowtowed three times and kneeled nine times while going up Buddha Mountain mountain before the sun sets, my elder brother would be cured. I was chosen as my brother's closest relative," Luo Xiuran said. His tone turned sarcastic at the end of his words.
