Fang Chuning's heart tightened. Xie Jue was tearing open his own wounds to comfort him, but Fang Chuning didn't need Xie Jue's kind of solace. No matter how sad or disappointed he was, he didn't want this bloody and tearful embrace.
"When I was young, I really wished I was the Marquis's son."
"That wouldn't do!"
"Why? Still unwilling to part with your father? Afraid I'd take him away?"
"No!" Xie Jue hesitated to speak, his gaze lingering meaningfully on Fang Chuning's face before silently looking up at the moon. His expression was so peculiar that it aroused Fang Chuning's curiosity.
Fang Chuning asked, "Then why?"
"If we were brothers, how could we have walked down the aisle together back in Beiman?"
Fang Chuning, "…"
