Liu Zheng said, "You should go back and rest first! See you tomorrow!"
"Okay!"
After Song Yuhan left, Liu Zheng kept staring in the direction she had gone, his eyes somewhat hazy.
His gaze was gentle, as if he were looking at something he dearly loved.
"Is it really you?"
"How did... how did you become like this? Could it be that over these years..."
Liu Zheng's face turned a bit pale, he slowly stood up, and walked back to his bedroom.
He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out an old, yellowed photograph. Looking closely, the man in the photo looked very similar to Liu Zheng.
"Are we... are we biological brothers?" Liu Zheng trembled, tracing the contours of the man in the photo with his fingers.
"Why... why is it like this..."
"Brother... you're still alive... that's good... that's good..."
"Why? Why did they leave you behind? Why did they abandon our mother and the two of us? Why..."
"Sob... sob..."
