Sigh!
Feng Yi secretly let out a sigh: He's really worn himself out worrying about his brother's lifelong happiness!
Mo Yan: "There's a kind of happiness called waiting and watching."
Feng Yi held back the urge to roll his eyes: "Yeah, yeah, there is that kind of happiness, but there's also another kind called letting go."
"I didn't do anything."
Mo Yan looked calm as he gazed at him; Feng Yi pinched his brow, completely helpless: "It's true you haven't done anything to my sister, but you've locked up your own heart."
"Since when did you become so poetic?"
Mo Yan wasn't fazed in the least; his face remained calm, though there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"I'm being serious with you right now."
Feng Yi felt a headache coming on, frowning as he said, "Don't change the subject on me."
"..."
