Shao Zhiheng chuckled. "Cares about my health, yet when I come over, he avoids me and won't be seen."
These little details could not escape Shao Zhiheng's eyes.
Chi Yue let out a laugh, "Maybe it's because Brother Shao is so handsome, he's afraid of being outshone. Doesn't dare to compete?"
Shao Zhiheng's smile widened on his lean face, a momentary brilliance shining through. "You! Always so fond of sarcasm. Brother Shao is old, no longer as we were."
"Nonsense, Brother Shao is like fine wine, getting better with age!"
"Hahaha!"
The lake's green waves were wrinkled by the wind, carrying his hearty laughter.
In Chi Yue's memory, Shao Zhiheng seldom laughed so openly. He was reserved, serious, and among all the people she knew, the oldest—always like a caring big brother, looking after her, without ever asking for anything for himself.
In fact, this plot of land, this cabin—it was the only request he had ever made of Chi Yue in his life.
