"I shouldn't have hit you that day!"
Zhan Jingmo realized what he was referring to—the incident when he hit him...
Hmph! He shouldn't have hit him in the first place!
Zhan Jingmo pursed his lips and turned his head to the side.
Just when he thought his elder brother would say something more, he simply patted his head.
He could clearly feel it, his brother's hand was so warm, a warmth he had never felt before, it instantly touched the depths of his heart.
"B-brother..." Zhan Jingmo was surprised again, but this time it wasn't fright, it was warmth.
"When you were born, you were just a tiny bit," Zhan Jingwen gestured with his hand, "like a piece of tofu, that would crumble with a touch. At the time, I didn't dare to touch you. Although it was a bit disappointing you weren't a sister, I thought having a younger brother wasn't bad either, I could take care of our sister with him..."
