Two men in their thirties, both handsome faces now marked and smeared with laughably purple medicine, their handsome features completely unrecognizable.
"You two, don't laugh at each other, you're basically the same."
Looking like this in such a sorry state, let's see how they still have the face to go out and meet people.
Truly brothers, to ruin a face, that's what it takes to have a common trait as brothers.
Perhaps a fight was good; it was time for them to untie the knots in their hearts.
Valentine Teller glanced left and right. Although Mark Reed still looked disdainfully at Turstin Muller, his usual aloofness was nowhere to be seen in his arrogance.
As for Turstin Muller, a gentle and soft expression appeared on his face again, which brought joy to Valentine Teller's heart.
It turned out that fighting was also a form of communication for men, and years of resentment seemed to have dissipated through this intense physical confrontation.
