"She said, 'grow up well.'"
The gentle voice broke through time and space, pulling Xu Shulou's thoughts back.
Xu Shulou whispered in agreement, "Mmm, I remember, it's just that—"
He was just afraid that you've forgotten.
Or perhaps you didn't want to remember.
"I remember too, and I always will." Yan Qingzhui smiled at him, "I have been growing up well."
He left the Imperial Palace as she wished, went to other places to see new things and make good friends.
Yes, and the most important thing at the moment, to coax his younger brother and keep him happy.
Xu Shulou said with sadness, "On this year's memorial day, Cousin Yan's mood was very wrong."
Yan Qingzhui was surprised by his sudden openness.
After all these years, he knew that being unyielding was his true nature.
"Is it because I'm not sad enough?" Yan Qingzhui was also helpless. After certain things were confirmed, he couldn't continue living like a walking corpse.
