For a moment, Liang Bingchao couldn't say a word.
Liang Yichao smoked two puffs and then casually handed over the cigarette pack, "Want one? Don't be upset, it's no big deal, really, after that time, nothing is a big deal anymore."
Liang Bingchao looked at his brother, his eyes even more moist.
Liang Yichao chuckled and continued working.
...
The whole week was spent working.
It was January 2022, just about a month until the New Year.
Since the day Liang Yichao coldly told Yu Wei that he didn't know her, they hadn't heard from each other for a week.
But Liang Yichao didn't care, the decision was made.
Spending the last year in Rong City with his older uncles on his father's side, if he comes back in the future, it might only be for a funeral. That was the real purpose of his return.
On the weekend, he was sitting on a bench on the fifth floor of Taihe Xi Mall.
