Shen Yi squatted down and hugged him tightly.
He was crying so pitifully.
He did not make a single sound. If it were not for the wet patch on the front of her clothes, she would have almost thought he was just pressing his face against her chest without any reaction.
He was crying silently.
It was the kind of crying that was suppressed to the extreme, where he did not even dare to make a sound.
Shen Yi's heart twisted into a knot.
"You..."
It would have been fine if she had not spoken, but the moment she did, her voice also sounded a bit hoarse.
However, Shen Yi was much calmer emotionally and did not break down like him. She reached out, quietly hugged him, and pulled him into her arms.
The two were pressed very close together.
At this moment, Song Sijun was like a fragile dodder plant, holding onto her tightly. Like thin vines wrapping around a host, he was drawing the nutrients he needed to survive from her.
The longing and dependence, suppressed for who knows how long, were so intensely emotional that even Shen Yi was stunned for a moment.
She gently bit her lip, holding back the urge to cry with him. Shen Yi knew she could not afford to break down.
Because her younger brother looked far more out of control than she was.
She had to stay calm.
The girl raised her hand and gently stroked his back, over and over again.
Very lightly, as if comforting a frightened little animal.
"Song Sijun..."
She softly called his name.
So thin.
When he was little, he clearly still had some baby fat, with round eyes and an innocent look, like a soft little dumpling.
But now, holding him in her arms, she could feel his protruding shoulder blades through the thin little suit.
He was so thin it made her heart ache.
He looked up at her, tears welling up uncontrollably, rolling from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, and splashing drop by drop onto the back of her hand.
"I, I..."
He stumbled, trying to say something.
They had clearly agreed to stay calm.
He had clearly promised to act like an adult and protect her.
But his tears just would not listen.
He gripped her tightly, as if using all his strength.
He wished he could wrap his entire being around her.
The boy sobbed and shed tears, unable to form a single complete sentence.
Shen Yi did not rush him.
She just held him quietly, gently patting his back, waiting for him to calm down on his own.
Shen Yi's eyes were also red.
She just was not falling apart completely like he was.
At this moment, Shen Yi truly looked the part of an older sister.
Her features were calm and gentle.
...
Shen Wenta stood at the door.
Shen Xun stood beside him.
Shen Wenta felt that right now he should not be at the door, but rather under the bed. This scene of deep sibling affection was not touching to him at all.
Two identical faces.
The same amber eyes, the same facial contours. One was crying a river, while the other held him with red eyes.
Put together, it was like looking in a mirror.
Shen Wenta simply could not believe it.
Why did there have to be two identical faces in the world?
He was already exceptionally displeased earlier when he saw Shen Yi and Pei Wanyan hugging each other—he rarely ever hugged Shen Yi himself.
And now these two were being all clingy, pressed so tightly together.
That boy was practically hanging onto Shen Yi, looking as if he wanted to meld himself into her body.
Shen Xun did not notice the subtle tension in the atmosphere.
He subconsciously lifted his legs and walked inside.
Shen Xun had no idea how to read the room. To him, even if the sky fell, it would not matter.
Therefore, it did not matter what the two of them were crying about or what they were doing.
What mattered was that he did not want them to keep hugging like this anymore.
So, Shen Xun walked up to the two of them and stood still.
Song Sijun reacted quickly. His tears soon stopped, the pitiful look on his face vanishing as he turned his head to glance at Shen Xun.
Then, he decisively skipped past this robotic guy, locking his gaze onto Shen Wenta.
Compared to a weirdo like Shen Xun, whose thoughts were easy to understand and direct, it was the person at the door who gave him a bad feeling.
Song Sijun certainly knew Shen Wenta.
This person was practically the synonym for unreasonableness.
In his past life at Hejing, he did not know what happened or who provoked him to make him unhappy.
This young master never internalized his stress; instead, he brought several guns to the school and let his unlucky classmates experience a real-life version of a battle royale sniper survival game.
It was unknown how many students died, but he certainly had his fill of shooting.
A psychopath, a lunatic.
And right now, that very person was standing at the door, his pure black eyes staring right at him.
To be precise, he was staring at the arms holding Shen Yi.
Song Sijun subconsciously tightened his grip, and then he raised his head to look at Shen Wenta.
His voice was low and soft, carrying the hoarseness of having just cried, as he feigned confusion, "Who are you?"
This act of playing dumb almost made Shen Yi unable to resist reaching out and pinching his face.
He was still pretending with her!
His tears had already explained everything for him, yet he still wanted to deceive himself and others by pretending not to know her?
"You do not know me?" Shen Yi looked at him, her voice soft. "Then seeing you cry so miserably while hugging me, I would have thought I owed you something in my past life."
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