When Lu Nian heard Lu Zhu's words, he frowned. His tone was filled with helplessness. "Brother, she's already dead. You're digging your own grave. You should put her down and move on!"
"Then can you let her go?"
Hearing Lu Zhu's question, Lu Nian's breathing hitched. His gaze fell on the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. In a daze, he seemed to see his sister smiling sweetly and calling him brother.
His sister was truly adorable.
Lu Nian slowly closed his eyes. He suppressed these memories to the bottom of his heart.
"I don't remember her anymore," Lu Nian said coldly.
"Alright, in that case, I'll take the photo of your sister from your bedside table."
When Lu Nian heard Lu Zhu's words, he frowned and said resignedly, "You're not allowed to touch my things!"
When Lu Zhu heard Lu Nian's words, he understood. He asked, "Will you come back next year on the anniversary of your sister's death?"
