When Jian Yang was leaving for France, Mo Hexuan specially drove Qin Youxue to see him off.
The handsome young man stood amidst the bustling airport crowd, his gaze traversing through throngs of people as he watched Qin Youxue and Mo Hexuan walking over from the distance.
Some feelings had faded with the revelation of the truth and the passage of time, yet others grew increasingly heavy.
"Third brother," Jian Yang called out to Mo Hexuan.
Mo Hexuan waved from where he stood, then lit a cigarette as he watched Qin Youxue walk over to speak with Jian Yang.
Facing Jian Yang, there was still a hint of guilt in Mo Hexuan's heart, after all, he was the younger brother he had cherished since childhood.
But when it came to matters of the heart, he was unwilling to yield.
He could give him anything, except Qin Youxue.
