Every night, he would painstakingly count the small things that had marked the decade of sibling companionship to get through it all.
They were just trivial things, yet they allowed him to feel warmth and muster the courage to keep going during his most humble and painful moments.
As Feng Yushang listened to Feng Yi's recount, tears flowed uncontrollably like water gushing from an opened valve.
The more Feng Yi spoke, the less she could understand the madness of her former self.
Even though she dearly loved her brother, and would feel hurt and unhappy if anyone spoke ill of him, how had she become so frightening, so cruel to her beloved brother?