"Are you sure about this?"
Wei Kaiyun nodded. "I've been tired over these years; the one above is considerate and won't disagree."
"As long as you can let go, that's good."
"Haha, what's there not to let go? With loss comes gain."
"We've been together since we were fifteen, over ten years now," Old Yang sighed.
Wei Kaiyun shifted his position, looking particularly laid-back. "Yeah, remembering those days."
Old Yang laughed too, remembering those times.
"Xiao Wei, I wish you all the best."
"Thank you."
Old Yang stood up and patted his shoulder.
Wei Kaiyun watched Old Yang's silhouette, feeling a deep loneliness. This was a brother he had gone through thick and thin with.
"Old Yang, let me introduce a wife, how about Jiang Xinyu's friend? Old Yang, someone that pure suits you."
Old Yang didn't turn around, just waved his hand. He feared tainting her innocence.
"Old Yang, she's the one, I'll find a way for you."
