"Shirao? What's wrong with you?" Beitang saw Gong Shirao, quickly walked over, and lifted her shoulders, "Why are you crying?"
"Brother..." Gong Shirao wiped her tears, saying she wasn't crying, but the tears blurred her vision, no matter how much she wiped, they wouldn't stop.
"Did Azhan bully you?" Beitang furrowed his brows.
Just now Shirao had run over happily, asking him how to make porridge and soup.
Since she was little, she never did any housework, he treated her like a treasure, yet for Zhan Nanjue, she wanted to do these things.
But in the end, she came back crying.
The only possibility was that something happened with Zhan Nanjue.
Gong Shirao shook her head, "No, I just fell and it hurts too much." She tried to smile, but found it too difficult. She didn't want her brother to worry, but she couldn't hold back, "It really hurts, brother..."
The heartache was almost suffocating.
