"Does Zhengkang have any other distinct characteristics?"
At this moment, the two of them were walking on a quiet path in the village. Gu Yanan made sure no one was around before asking Wei Zhengxian this question.
Wei Zhengxian thought for a moment and said, "Like what?"
"For instance, an allergy to a certain food that he can't even touch?"
Wei Zhengxian let out a bitter laugh, shook his head, and said, "No. As far as I remember, he didn't even have any food he disliked. He was never picky as a child."
As he spoke, his voice started to choke up.
Then, he found a protruding rock and, not caring whether it was dirty or not, sat down on it.
"Yanan, I'm feeling so confused right now... I've imagined countless reunions with my brother, but never anything like this. This seems like some melodramatic plot from an eight o'clock soap opera; how could this happen to me?"
Gu Yanan sat down beside Wei Zhengxian and could vaguely sense that, deep inside, he was harboring a hint of fear.
