"I said long ago that I did not want to be the head of this family!"
By the window, the drooping branches of an ancient willow filled Yu Xiaolong's eyes with a verdant, almost unsettling green.
The person outside the window spoke with some displeasure. "Why are you saying this again?"
Yu Xiaolong gave a self-deprecating smile. "I can't even say it? How am I supposed to be the family head?"
The person outside responded, "No matter what, you must always remember that you two… are true brothers. Never let an outsider shake your bond!"
Yu Xiaolong chuckled sardonically. "True brothers… I suppose you're right. After all, my blood flows in his veins!"
"Xiaolong!"
The voice outside suddenly became shrill, losing its pleasant tone as if it had brushed against some great terror.
