"Brother, I can't live without her." Mu Liang gazed steadily at Liu Zheng, his head clouded by alcohol, his vision blurred. His eyes held sadness, discomfort, bewilderment, and a touch of heartbreakingly fragile vulnerability.
That normally cold and stern face was suddenly full of expression.
Liu Zheng, however, would have preferred his brother knew nothing of love and pain, then he wouldn't be so heartbreakingly devastated, pierced by a thousand arrows.
Just like he had been years ago, when Xiao Ai left, he felt as if the sky had collapsed.
All efforts had lost their meaning.
That statement really wrenched his heart.
"If you can't live without her, then make her fall in love with you!"
"Okay!" Mu Liang didn't even know what he had replied as he buried his head on the table, hitting a bottle of wine, which rolled to the floor.
Liu Zheng, "..."
