Xiuxiang saw that Gu Lejia was like a completely different person. His eyes no longer held only her; instead, they were sizing her up.
She grew a little flustered. "Just for another year or two. We only need to support him for another year or two, and that's it. He's my own brother, after all."
"Then what about me?" Gu Lejia suddenly pounded his chest. "Everything I have—am I supposed to just hand it all over? Did you ever stop to think? I collapsed from illness, yet you thought I wasn't suffering enough and had to drag things out even longer. Weren't you afraid you'd cost me my life?"
"But didn't we agree on this?" Xiuxiang glanced around, noticing many people were eavesdropping. She reached out and tugged on Gu Lejia's sleeve. "Look at you, with this illness... isn't that how you got to live in this courtyard?"
At the thought of this huge courtyard, large enough for her brother's family to live comfortably with them, Xiuxiang's heart surged with excitement.
