"Apply medicine!"
Mm, two succinct words, so characteristic of Fourth Brother Liang.
Liang Shujun felt a lump in his throat. He picked up a cup and downed a big glass of water that had gone cold. Then, as if casually, he said, "There's one thing I've been meaning to ask."
Liang Haoming looked at him expressionlessly, but his eyes carried a hint of confusion.
Liang Shujun pondered for a moment and then seemed about to say something more... "Can it be let go?"
He wasn't asking himself—his mind already held an answer. He was asking Haoming and Yue Ning.
At this moment, his mood was grim. Just now, when his younger brothers took off their shirts, he suddenly felt as if he were in a dream.
His vivacity, his liveliness, his cheerful openness, and his tacky flirtatiousness had all vanished, leaving only a heavy heart.
Baobao.
