Cen Zhi had been busy, but when he lifted his head and looked towards Cen Ye, he saw him leaning on the armrest of the sofa, holding a concert notice and reading it. Every now and then, he would pat the head of an assistant next to him, asking them a question or two.
It seemed no different from usual. But Cen Zhi was not anyone else—he was his own brother, who had watched him grow up since he was young. Cen Zhi felt that Cen Ye today seemed... quite relaxed and happy.
In recent times, it was as if his brother had grown a shell around him. No matter who he interacted with, even with Cen Zhi himself, that shell remained. Despite the fact that Cen Ye could be dashing, could laugh, and had a rebellious streak, Cen Zhi always felt that he wasn't truly happy. The depression and gloominess were hidden in the depths of Cen Ye's eyes, within his very being.