The person Dong Dabao once loved was the son of Xiao Cheng, a man of outstanding appearance, remarkable character, and strategic mind. The Liang family's brothers came from humble beginnings, unlike those born with a silver spoon, which is called congenital weakness.
He was afraid that there were better people outside who could change her heart, who might tempt her. Being shameless and unreasonable were just his ways to hold onto her; for every bit more she cared for him, the emptiness in his heart lessened.
The three brothers in the room endured a long silence. A small moth flapped its wings on the window sill, while in another room, Dong Huiying, who was sleeping soundly, didn't know she was the source of evil that worried the brothers sick. On a wooden stool by the window, Lao Si, Haoming, was gazing at his wife who slept sweetly, his ears twitching as if eavesdropping.
Finally, he slowly lowered his gaze, his eyelashes fluttering lightly.
Unworthy?
