Weilan's heart ached even more as she tightly embraced Qiao Jingchen. "Brother, whether you acknowledge me or not, the fact that you are my brother will never change. Even if you refuse to see me, I'll stubbornly come to you. I can't bear you ignoring me; it hurts so much inside. Brother, when I cried as a child, you always felt sorry for me. I want to cry today, do you still feel sorry?"
Qiao Jingchen's body stiffened, his eyes tightening before falling back into lifeless stillness, "I won't feel sorry."
A wave of tightness gripped Weilan's heart. "Brother, why? You aren't like this. Even if you don't want to see me or deal with me, I know deep down you're doing this for my own good. Has someone threatened you? Is that it, brother?"
Weilan couldn't help but overthink—if not threatened, why wouldn't Qiao Jingchen, who was otherwise fine, see her even once?
