"I also remember when I was a child, I always made Mom angry," he said. "Big Sister, Second Brother, and you were never beaten by Mom. Only I…" A shade of sorrow flashed through his eyes. "No matter what I did, it seemed I always managed to displease Mom. Right or wrong, I would always end up being scolded and hit by her."
When it came to this matter, Qinghe found it difficult to explain. "Perhaps Third Brother is of a lively nature, and Mom is a very gentle person. Her way with you might have been… out of deep love." He knew clearly why Mom treated Third Brother thus, but he couldn't tell Third Brother.
Xiao Yuchuan picked up a bowl of rice from the tray, piled it high with pork, and passed the rice bowl to Qinghe. "Come on, have some dinner."
"I'm not hungry…" Xiao Qinghe merely glanced at it and shook his head.
Xiao Yuchuan sighed, "How can you not be hungry? If I'm not mistaken, Fourth Brother, you haven't had a meal since this morning."
