Jian Yufei's tears suddenly welled up the moment she saw the painting.
She wiped away her tears with her hand, smiled, and nodded. "It looks amazing, Ansel. You've painted it so perfectly—it's identical."
Jian Yufei took the drawing and looked tenderly at the two brothers depicted on it.
They had identical faces, the same skin tone, the same hair—everything was the same.
"Ansel, which one is you, and which one is Junqi?"
Ansel pointed with his finger. "I'm the older brother, so the one on the left is me. The one on the right is Junqi. He's the younger brother."
"Ansel, why do you insist on being the older brother?" Jian Yufei asked softly.
"Because a big brother can protect the younger one."
"..." Jian Yufei's chest tightened with pain; it dawned on her that he didn't insist on being the older brother just for fun.
He wanted to protect his younger brother—that's why he fought to be the older one.
