There was warmth contained within that gentle smile on second senior brother's lips. It was a moment from Su Ming's memories, a memory that existed from a time long ago, and he had not seen it for a very, very long time.
His second senior brother's warm smile, his action of lifting his head and making sunlight shine on the side of his face—all of these things made Su Ming cry even more.
The scenes from the ninth summit, the man who had been as gentle as a flower, his second senior brother who had smiled at him under sunlight as he stood among grass and flowers, and the similarly smiling face that had suffered through torture in that ball of light overlapped with each other during that instant.
