"Brother, what kind of person is that cousin?"
Su Wei sat on the edge of the ox cart, leaning against Su Tang, looking towards the lofty city like a dream, and asked in a low voice.
Su Tang's expression paused for a moment, and after a thought, he turned his head and replied, "I saw him a few times when I was a child, but I don't recall much, only felt he was an extremely silent young boy."
The younger sister was too young to understand, but every time he remembered the day they were ransacked, he still shuddered, yet felt numb inside.
Exiled to the borders as criminals, they had suffered all kinds of hardships over the years, becoming numb; if it wasn't for the obsession of taking care of his sister, he might have followed their parents.
Enduring those hard days with no future in sight was the most torturous.
Then suddenly one day, he was taken away by a smiling foreman, who announced an end to their road construction work.