Looking down at Bi Xiaoyuan crying in his arms, Bi Xia gently patted the small back. Such small shoulders, yet in the previous life, he had already taken on the weight of their family...
Bi Xiaoyuan, in this life, I only wish for you to be happy, to cry whenever you want...
"Brother."
"Hmm?"
"The teacher said that boys can't always cry when they grow up." Saying this, Little Bun buried his head in Bi Xia's chest, seemingly embarrassed.
Bi Xia chuckled at Bi Yuan's action. This Little Bun seemed to be particularly fond of this posture.
Hearing Bi Xia's laughter, Bi Yuan thought he was being made fun of. With his eyes red from crying and a nose sniffing, he said, "Don't laugh at me or dislike me. No matter what, I'm still your brother!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Bi Xia raised his hand and messed up Bi Yuan's hair all at once, "No matter what happens, I can't get rid of you as my brother."
