Ke Mingye swallowed a mouthful of water and then slowly raised his head to meet Ke Xiaomo's gaze.
Gazing into those eyes, as deep as the night, Ke Mingye was slightly stunned for a moment before he lowered his head, shifting his gaze and taking a light sip of his Coke.
He could tell that despite Ke Xiaomo's best efforts to stay calm, from his tone to his expression, everything seemed very calm and gentle, just like their usual everyday conversations.
But from Ke Xiaomo's eyes, there was still a subtle fury and blame being conveyed.
Like a volcano sealed under ice, ready to erupt at any moment and incinerate the seemingly solid and calm layer of ice completely.
The two brothers sat on the public bench, their eyes shifted away from each other, and they remained silent for a long time. All that could be heard were the cicadas in the trees and the sound of fans spinning from the supermarket.
