Qin Mu felt a subtle warmth in his heart.
The pain of losing his wife was somewhat alleviated by the bond between brothers.
He looked at Mo Xiuchen on the sofa opposite, his gaze serious, his expression solemn.
His upright posture gave an inexplicable sense of security and warmth.
They had known each other for decades, yet Qin Mu still clearly remembered the scene when they first met decades ago.
In the blink of an eye, they had been brothers for decades.
"Mo Xiuchen, thank you."
After a long silence, Qin Mu gently uttered a sentence.
"It's too early to say thank you now." Mo Xiuchen frowned, not quite used to Qin Mu being so polite.
There was no need for thanks between them.
Although not blood brothers, they were always closer than blood brothers.
Qin Mu curled his lips into a smile with a touch of warmth in his voice, "Alright, then I'll take back that thank you for now."
