Ling Tianyu did not sit down again, but stood on the stone-paved road in front of the villa, like a soldier guarding the frontiers, with his head held high and chest out.
Nan Feng and the other person knew their Brother Yu too well. He would never live on his knees, but despite all their calculations, they still missed out on one thing, which was that call for 'Brother Yu'.
Would a big brother watch his little brother go to his death with him? One must always leave the hope of living to them, not to oneself.
"Wu—wu—"
The cold wind blew, and the entire estate became somewhat terrifying, as if it were an uninhabited manor.
Ling Tianyu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with calmness. He had long since become indifferent to life and death, but he couldn't stop worrying about his sister-in-law and Duan Yanran, who had already cast a shadow in his heart.