"Third Brother..." Xiao Qinghe's eyes brimmed with moved tears.
"Eat your meal properly." He decisively pulled over the entire table, "Fourth Brother, both Second Brother and I care a lot about you. Don't starve yourself."
Second Brother was not good with words. Xiao Qinghe had been closer to Xiao Yuchuan since childhood. Seeing Third Brother so concerned about him, he picked up his bowl and earnestly shoveled the rice into his mouth. Even if he couldn't swallow it, he didn't want Third Brother to worry.
Xiao Yuchuan watched until he finished an entire bowl of rice, then asked, "Do you want me to get you another bowl?"
"No need." He gave a slight smile, "I'm truly full."
Xiao Yuchuan knew he had little appetite, so seeing him eat a bowl, he didn't insist anymore. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks with a tray, said "Fourth Brother, go to sleep earlier," and then left the room.
Xiao Qinghe watched his retreating figure and secretly vowed to keep the secret in his heart.