"That's true," Fang Xinxin responded naively.
She glanced towards the kitchen and saw that Fang Shaohua's back view was stiff.
She struggled to imagine her brother's expression. She was certain that he was heartbroken.
"Don't speak about it anymore…"
Since young, her brother never said such a thing to her.
Instead, her brother often told her, "Xinxin, your voice is so sweet. Will you tell me more? Your brother loves hearing you speak!"
In her previous life, she genuinely did not understand her brother's feelings for her.
But after having endured a lifetime, she came to understand quite enough.
When they were young, Fang Manxue had gifted toys to their brother just like her. However, he did not keep even a single one of them.
Yet, he treasured the ones she gave him dearly and had hidden them in his little box.
