(Past…..)
At the foot of a mountain in the Spiritual Continent, far away from everyone, a small family built a house there.
Six years later, after Diyu was born, Diyu was six years old, while his little brother, Dixi, was four years old.
Dixi was running around Diyu, who was sitting under the tree reading the book.
"A'Yu, can we play?" Dixi leaned his exquisite face toward Diyu with an expected expression.
Dixi's face was softer than Diyu's because his face was 40% similar to his mother's. His eyes were softer and much gentler. He looked fragile, like a porcelain doll.
While Diyu's face exactly looks like his father's, Diyu's appearance was extraordinary and perfect.
Dixi prefers to call Diyu 'A'Yu' rather than calling him big brother.
"I was learning!" Diyu was helpless. He rubbed his forehead.
"Xi'er, don't disturb your brother's study." A woman's voice sounded.
