In the end he silently sighed, his thin lips tightened, "If you want to vent, go ahead, Mingchen will spar with you, practice for a bit."
But, unexpectedly, the typically impulsive and cocky Di Mingjue did not lose his temper or become frantic.
He merely turned to look at the doctor and said, "I understand."
Those words, ’I understand,’ were serene and firm like an immovable, rooted boulder, incredibly reassuring.
He stood there quietly, watching Gu Qibao. His clenched fist was already turning blue. His tall and lean figure was like a giant mountain, suddenly so magnificent, capable enough to bear the weight of the title ’husband.’
But Di Mingchen clearly saw the intense, persistent pain in his usually indifferent and deep eyes, transforming into a tear that fell and landed on Gu Qibao’s face.
Di Mingchen let out a silent sigh, his heart aching slightly along with his.
Once a person is put at the forefront of your heart, what you bear is the weight of two people.
From then on, her pain is your pain, her wound is your wound.
Regrettably, life is so long, full of ups and downs, knocks and tumbles, scrapes and bumps, time is endless. Just as there is joy, there is inevitably pain and torment, but the good thing is, if your heart is as strong as iron, it is certainly indestructible!
Di Mingchen knew that Di Mingjue was not an irrational person, on the contrary, his rationality, his intelligence, and his composure were far beyond ordinary people, not at all inferior to their eldest brother.
A true man.
Only in front of Gu Qibao would he behave like a child, even showing more smiles than usual.
He seemed to be much happier.
But now...
Why did he feel that the silence which fell on him like a deathly pall was so heavy?
So heavy that he too felt the weight of oppression on his own breath.
What should he say? How should he comfort his little brother?


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