She fought to keep the sobs from escaping between her lips, simply letting her tears drench Qiao Jingchen's emaciated chest.
The once gentle and composed big brother was now nothing but skin and bones, his whole being painfully slim, making her feel even worse.
It hurt that her big brother ignored her, and it hurt even more that she was powerless to rescue him.
Qiao Jingchen knew Weilan was crying. He didn't speak, just quietly stood there, silently accompanying her!
But even that, he couldn't manage.
He raised his fist and then let it relax, wanting to gently pat Weilan on her back, but it froze mid-air, unable to say anything.
Then, he dropped his hand to his side, closed his eyes, and finally spoke coldly, "Please let go of me."
Weilan stiffened, lifting her swollen eyes, gazing deeply at Qiao Jingchen.
