Shu Yu had long since had enough of living, wishing he could die immediately. He never cared about his own life, never minded whether he lived or died; he endured only because his brothers didn't want him to die, hoping that one day he could be cured.
Zhi Chen pondered.
Were they being selfish, or was Shu Yu simply not cherishing himself enough?
Liang Zhi Chen really had no answer to that question.
He heard footsteps approaching from outside, so he quickly stowed the blood letter into a box and covered it with a blanket.
The person entering was Haoming.
Haoming appeared travel-weary, yet his face was stern.
"What's wrong?" One incident after another, first Shu Yu and now Haoming, Liang Zhi Chen couldn't help but press his temples, feeling that being the eldest brother was truly difficult.
Alas...
Liang Haoming glanced at his elder brother, then pursed his lips, "Big brother..." His voice was still hoarse, "If... If Baobao falls for someone else, what should I do?"
