Alright...
"What is alright, and what isn't?" A self-mocking smile, "Waking up two days earlier, having nightmares, is that considered alright?"
"...Because of Little Nine?" Feng Zhihuai was silent for a moment, then asked.
A gentle look flashed across his phoenix eyes, "Yeah, I always feel like she's calling me."
Listening to Qin Zhan's words, Feng Zhihuai crossed his arms, "She is indeed calling you."
Leaning against the wall, Feng Zhihuai looked at his brother and was suddenly reminded of Qin Zhan in those days, covered in wounds and locked in a dark room, on the verge of collapse. Back then, no one dared to let him out, no one dared to approach him. Even Feng Zhihuai did not dare to make a rash move.
He slightly closed his sharp eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line.
