Xue Mingzhan looked at Deyong for a long time before he finally spoke.
"You ask me for an explanation," he said.
His voice was quiet.
"Very well," he continued. "I will give you one."
He folded his hands behind his back and said, "In the course of thirty years, you met your younger brother, ShangYan, only three times. The first time, ShangYan was ten years old. The second time, he was twenty. The third time, he was thirty. And on every single occasion, you met him with discrimination."
His eyes never left Deyong's face as he said, "I was the one who made the mistake. I was the one who gave ShangYan a birth the world would look down upon. I was the one who failed him before he ever had the chance to fail himself. So tell me, Deyong... what excuse did you have?"
