Shujun gave a bitter smile. "Are you worried about me?"
"I..."
"Maybe I should think so, at least you still worry about me. That means I'm not too miserable, right?"
He managed a weak curl of his lips before saying feebly, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine, I'm just tired, I want to sleep a little..." As soon as he finished his sentence, he lay back and fell over.
"Liang Shujun—!!"
…
"Why hasn't he returned yet?"
Liang Yuening was anxiously pacing, like an ant on a hot pan.
At noon, Third Brother suddenly appeared, then picked up someone and ran.
He wanted to chase after them, but was stopped by the eldest brother.
Afterward, he thought that it wouldn't take long for Baobao to return with Third Brother, but the afternoon passed, twilight set in, and still there was no sign of the two of them.
As time progressed, his heart grew more and more anxious.
