However, just after taking two steps, his body suddenly froze.
"Brother—!" A familiar voice came from behind, and Situ Yan felt a pang in his heart, his expression turning somewhat complicated.
Nangong Feihong stepped forward and stood in front of Situ Yan.
"Brother... you really don't plan to recognize me as your younger brother anymore? Yueyue just talked to me, and I've thought it through. I know... I did something wrong, I made you sad. But... I've also had my difficulties, I..."
"Don't say any more..." Situ Yan's eyebrows twitched slightly, his eyes subtly reddening.
He raised his eyes, looking at Nangong Feihong whose eyes were already brimming with tears, and couldn't help but reach out, giving his shoulder a firm pat.
"Silly boy, how could I really be mad at you? I just... hate myself for being useless, for not bringing you by my side sooner. Don't blame your brother, I just didn't want you to endure the same pain as me..."
