Within his sleeve, Mo Jingxuan clenched his fist, seemingly struggling.
He was the only one who understood what had just been said.
After a while, the brothers remained silent.
Mo Liancheng took a sip of tea and sighed lightly, "It's been so long, and you still haven't been able to let go?"
Mo Jingxuan bowed his head, his lips getting tighter, "Brother, I just don't want— to lose sight of you all."
"You need to know when to stop!" Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow.
"Brother, I—"
Bang! Mo Liancheng exerted force, and the teacup shattered! He was really angry by then, about to leave— he hadn't wanted to be angry. But Fourteen's stubbornness had truly enraged him, "If you were in my position, what would you do?"
"I... would you kill me?" Mo Jingxuan felt a pang in his chest. If it were him, he might have that thought, but he would never act on it.
