Lynn didn't know with what mindset he had read through the letters.
When he came to his senses, the last piece of letter paper in his hand was already crumpled with creases.
"Brother, I miss you so much..."
That plaintive phrase, along with the dried tear stains on the edge of the paper, filled Lynn's heart with suppressed anger and resentment.
Just what burden must be so heavy as to make that little one, who always followed behind him crying, write to him with such tone?
Every line was permeated with the sorrow of the young girl.
Due to the family undergoing drastic changes, the past was gone, and now she remained the sole support, upholding the crumbling family.
As a brother, he truly wasn't qualified.
Recalling the contents of the letters, from the oldest to the present, at first were words of venting pressure and sadness, but as they progressed, the writing grew colder and more detached.