Knowing that Xie Qikan would give this kind of answer, Gu Jingrui's thin lips curved slightly. Holding a wine glass, he took long strides over from another sofa. With a hint of leisure, he sat down next to Xie Qikan, his voice still calm and elegant.
"Tell me." Although his inner thoughts vehemently denied it, seeing the determined expressions of his brothers made Xie Qikan unsure as well, so he asked.
"When you see Yuan Xiaoxiao cry, do you feel sad? A painful ache so intense it feels suffocating?" As an observer, seeing a brother's romance is often much simpler than understanding one's own.
Gu Jingrui analyzed rationally, his deep black eyes fixed on his good brother, gently leading him forward.
"Yes, I do. It feels like I can't breathe, I'm heartbroken, and I even feel like my heart might stop."
There was nothing to hide. In front of his close brothers, Xie Qikan deeply explored his feelings and nodded directly.
