"Ethan, are you okay??" Liam Shaw looked at him with a concerned expression.
"I'm fine." Ethan Hayes sniffed and casually glanced at Liam Shaw, his voice nonchalant: "Give me your jacket."
"Huh??" Liam Shaw looked at him, completely puzzled.
"Hurry up." Ethan walked up to Liam Shaw, reaching out to grab his jacket, saying, "It's so cold."
"Come on, dude, since you gave your jacket to Vivian, you should be prepared to face this cold weather!! How can you give Vivian your jacket and then come and take mine right after??" Liam Shaw protested while yelling at Ethan.
Ethan's movements of taking Liam's jacket suddenly stopped, and he stared at him with his dark, profound eyes, saying, "Are we still brothers??"
"Yes..." Liam Shaw weakly replied, clutching the collar of his jacket with a pitiful expression.
"Do you still want my master to carry you to the top tier?" Ethan continued to ask him.
"I do..." Liam Shaw nodded with a face on the brink of tears.
