"I'm his mate! I'm his mate! Why can't I go in?!"
Bian's angry scream echoed through the hallway outside the healer's room.
That was the sight Jian walked up to.
He stopped a short distance away and stared at Bian, who was standing in front of the closed doors of the infirmary.
Several healers were moving in and out, but none of them seemed willing to let Bian enter.
The man's face was flushed from shouting, his fists tightly clenched at his sides as tears continued to roll down his cheeks.
Jian leaned against the wall and took a good look at his brother.
Bian's face had thinned quite a bit. The roundness that had once made him look younger and somewhat cute was gone, leaving behind a much sharper face. His eyes were still beautiful, though. Even from this distance, Jian could see the same craziness hiding behind them.
Where has he changed...?
Jian narrowed his eyes slightly.
Tsk. Nansich, that fool. He's so easy to trick.
