Li Buyan saw that he was deceived and cried even more sadly, "The first semester of university! I wanted to bring home a scholarship, but now I feel embarrassed to go home and see Mom and Dad... Uuuh uuuh...
"It's okay, you can get it tomorrow just the same!" Li Xingle had just wiped her tears, and they fell again.
Her hot tears streaming down made Li Muchi's heart ache as well. The sister who had been cherished since childhood, how could he bear to see her cry.
In the distance, a car was parked.
The window was half-open, with white smoke swirling out, drifting away with the breeze.
Inside the car, Li Xingle's eyes were half-closed, staring at Li Buyan in the distance, wearing Li Muchi's coat. Li Muchi bent down to wipe her tears, and then she was held in his arms by Li Muchi.
Li Xingle tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Why could Li Muchi so openly care for her, even hold her?
How old was she to still be held by her brother?
