Ling Xiche remained silent, simply believing that those who are fortunate and those who are not can never be friends.
Cheng Yanzhi had everything, while he had nothing.
After Ling Xiche left, Cheng Yanzhi continuously looked at his retreating figure, reminiscent of the time when their grandfather had first brought Xiche home.
He was so solitary, so quiet.
Cheng Yanzhi had always been alone and he was thrilled at the thought of having a younger brother, hence he was kind to him.
Both of them grew up together, and after so many years, their bond was extremely close.
But...
he never expected that one day they would become enemies.
Cheng Yanzhi didn't think he did anything wrong, yet Ling Xiche treated him as an enemy.
Was it because he had Xia Yunsheng all to himself?
Xia Yunsheng could sense Cheng Yanzhi's repression and hugged him, plating a kiss on his chin, "You're not happy!"
"No."
He lowered his head, looking at this woman who came to console him whenever he was upset.
