The young man heard his cry and reluctantly lifted his head, his golden pupils devoid of any human emotion.
He calmly looked at the boy crying in the cell, his face expressionless, his voice low, "So noisy."
"Brother, brother, it's me, Yuan... Brother!? Brother, have you forgotten me?" The boy, seeing the young man's expression, felt a sinking feeling in his heart and cried out even more urgently, ignoring the pain in his throat, stubbornly calling out for his brother.
"Junzhuo, Liuyu, Chenyuan, these are our names, have you forgotten?"
"Yuan...?"
The young man murmured to himself, feeling that this name was so familiar.
His mind was filled with the clashing of swords, schemes and plots. Finally, in the deepest, deepest corner, he found that bit of memory. He remembered, the boy was his brother, Wei Chenyuan.
But, even if he remembered, so what? His heart still didn't feel anything, his brother was just like a stranger's title to him.
