"Yuyu, I—"
"Xiaoyu!"
Rong Zhenqiao's voice came sharply from a distance.
He was walking quickly toward them and beside him was Ding Wei who had gone earlier to call for help.
As soon as they got closer, Rong Zhenqiao saw Rong Xingyu crouching on the ground, his eyes red and filled with tears.
The worry on Rong Zhenqiao's face deepened instantly.
He then crouched down beside him and asked. "Xingyu, what happened? Do you feel sick?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Rong Xingyu suddenly threw himself into his arms.
Like a small wounded animal seeking warmth, he clung to his older brother tightly. He even keep shaking his head as if he tried to hold back his emotions.
Once Rong Zhenqiao made sure there was nothing physically wrong with him, he helped Rong Xingyu to his feet.
But as soon as Rong Xingyu stood up, he grabbed the edge of his brother's coat and hid behind him, refusing to even glance in Ding Yixin's direction.
The warmth in Rong Zhenqiao's eyes faded.
