"Brother, don't cry."
The black-robed young man looked at Xu Qing's tears and raised his hand to rub Xu Qing's head as he spoke softly.
"Why are you still crying like when you were young?"
Xu Qing's body trembled as his gaze landed on the face that should be familiar but was now extremely unfamiliar.
The person in front of him was his older brother. In his memories, he had stood before him countless times like a mountain. Every time he cried, he would rub his head and say the same gentle words.
This was the most beautiful scene in Xu Qing's memories. It was also the most fragile and precious place under his tough exterior, supporting him through the difficult and cold times.
At this moment, the barrier collapsed.
The black-robed young man looked into Xu Qing's eyes and spoke in a gentle voice.