"Click."
The TV screen showed the door closing, like a heavy tombstone falling, cutting off the sight of the young man with white hair in despair.
Sitting before the live broadcast screen, Mo Yan stared blankly at the scene—he knew, this might very well be the last time he saw his second brother.
Separated by a screen, an entire world apart.
Mo Yan had heard the cruel truth with his own ears, his second brother, whom he had grown up with, whom he practiced sword fighting with... had really become someone with a special identity and could never return.
He still remembered how, in their younger days, his second brother would frequently bring him interesting little toys from the city.
Bubble guns, yo-yos, cotton candy, Rubik's cubes...
[Mo Yan, these are all yours, go and play, your second brother won't fight you for them.]
[It's okay, go on and play, these are all brought back by your second brother especially for you, since you're my third brother.]
