Mo Si Huang remained silent, but his gaze lingered on Su Li without any shift.
He couldn't recall how long it had been since he last saw Su Li like this; perhaps almost four years?
He watched the girl, who had been released from prison and had no one to rely on, her eyes still agile, still carrying an innocence and joy he never possessed, walking defenselessly to his side, calling him "Senior Brother" again and again.
Later, the Su Li he saw was lying in a coffin at the funeral home, covered in blood, with a pungent bloody scent lingering around, silent and motionless.
Since then, he never heard this girl call him Senior Brother again, no one came to the set late at night to specially bring him supper and warm drinks.
No one regarded him as an indispensable family member anymore.
