They had been separated early in her past life, with Wei Luo not seeing him for ten years. Once she had turned 15 and had returned to the capital to look for her relatives, she had caught a glimpse of him from afar. At that time, he had no longer been the Changhong she knew. Madam Du and Wei Zheng had schemed against the 15 year old boy, ruining his future and turning him into a human waste, who spent his life in a daze. As Wei Luo recalled that scene, she couldn’t bear the grief, and wanted to embrace him tightly.
That was the brother she had grown up with since birth. They were closer than anyone.
He was still young right now — six years old, same as her. She wouldn’t lose him this time, they were definitely going to live well. If Madam Du and Wei Zheng wished to separate them, she would destroy them.
Ah Luo restrained her mood, and asked with a friendly smile: “Is Daddy inside?”
Changhong didn’t answer, and studied Ah Luo instead.
He saw that Wei Luo was upset and her eyes were red. Coupled with the traces of tears on her cheeks, it appeared as if she had recently cried. Changhong’s joyful expression changed. He used his hands to wipe her face, and pursed his lips to ask unhappily: “Did you cry?”