Zhi Chen’s eyes, once a deep black, now seed to be filled with large dark clouds. He was truly frustrated with his forr self, emotionally unaware like a block of wood.
Though it was due to the influence of the Mind-Bewitching Gu, which closed off his emotions and prevented him from forming feelings for anyone. But now, he finally tasted the bitter fruit of his indifference back then.
He pressed the space between his eyebrows, feeling as if his head was about to split open.
He walked back sullenly, and upon arriving where his wife was, he saw her holding a bouquet of fresh, fiery red flowers, humming a tune, her mood exceedingly happy.
He paused slightly, at this mont. He looked at a nearby chair and saw Shu Yu sitting there basking in the sun.
Shu Yu caught the gaze his elder brother cast at him, his lips curled. "How about it? Is this flower beautiful? I picked it, she likes it very much!"
Liang Zhichen: "..."
Great, here cos another troublemaker.
"Ah, Zhi Chen is back?" Dong Huiying was in a good mood, so when she looked at Liang Zhichen, she couldn’t help but smile. "I’ve packed all our belongings neatly, we can set off at any ti."
Liang Zhichen looked at her gloomily and then nodded sullenly.
"I’ll have Tie Yi prepare the carriage."
Thus, at dusk that day, Liang Zhichen, Liang Shuyu, and their wife, Dong Huiying, left Mist Capital in a carriage.
As the three left Mist Capital, Qi Xi got wind of it and stealthily followed them on horseback.
In fact, he really wanted to appear openly in front of Lady Dong, but the problem was his elder brother’s stern face... Ahem, no, it was his terrifyingly fierce icy deanor, which was simply too intimidating.
Earlier, he had just been beaten by his elder brother, and at this mont, he dared not risk his brother’s wrath again.
Days later, the carriage stopped by the roadside. Dong Huiying glanced at the beautiful fiery red bouquet, thinking to herself that no wonder people often compared beautiful won to flowers, for even the most beautiful face would fade and age one day.
Shu Yu was reading on the carriage, and seeing her looking so dejected, he furrowed his brow.
With a snap, he closed the book, then picked up the slightly withering bouquet, lifted the curtain, and climbed slowly down from the carriage.
Beside the carriage was a bonfire, and by this ti the sky had turned dark.
Liang Zhichen stood guard by the bonfire, roasting a half-cooked rabbit over the flas.
Traveling outside, to prevent others from associating him with the naless City Lord of Mist Capital, he dyed his white hair black with ink.
When Shu Yu got off the carriage, the two brothers exchanged a glance. Then Shu Yu snorted and turned his head away.
Well, what brotherly love? Completely nonexistent! Especially when it ca to competing for affection and issues with their wife, not turning against each other was already good enough.
Moreover, Zhi Chen’s cold deanor was because he hadn’t recalled all his past mories, while Shu Yu disapproved of his brother’s long disappearance and his indifference towards their wife after losing his mory.
In short, the brothers were currently at a stage where they couldn’t see eye to eye.
Dong Huiying ca after them, "Shu Yu?"
Shu Yu frowned, "Elder Brother’s at is almost done roasting, you wait here for dinner, I’m going to relieve myself."
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