Qi Jiaming walked over to Qi Jialiang, squatting down, his gaze fell on the face that mirrored his own. The anger and resentment in his eyes slowly faded to leave behind a faint trace of pity.
Having a sibling that shares your exact features is a curious thing. They should have cherished each other and walked the path together. Somehow it led them to this point of exhaustion and despair.
"Jialiang, my little brother, how I wish for your happiness. But, it appears that this dream will never come true."
In Qi Jiaming's voice lingered an unresolved melancholy. This brother, whom he loved and hated, was a wound he could never fully heal from in this lifetime.
Qi Jiaming gently wiped the tear from the corner of his eye, then stood up and walked to Qin Sisi, saying, "I agree with your suggestion, let's begin."
He always wanted to be a good person, he never wished to hurt anyone and especially not to rob his own brother of his life. But now he had no other choice.
