Fang Yang looked at Cheng Shuo, the brotherly affection in his eyes slowly dissipating, replaced by suspicion.
Seeming to realize that no matter how much he asked, his "good brother" wouldn't tell him the truth, Fang Yang turned to Wen Ying instead.
His voice was a little hoarse. "Doctor Wen, Xiao Fang... is she really... not doing well? Please, I'm begging you, tell me."
Fang Yang's eyes were vacant as he stared into the distance. "Xiao Fang and I... She's my angel, my savior. If it weren't for her back then, I wouldn't be who I am today. Back then, we..."
As he spoke, Fang Yang looked at Cheng Shuo, an indescribable emotion in his eyes. "I was so happy when I found out Xiao Fang was your sister. But you clearly said you supported us being together, didn't you? Why did you lie to me? You told me Xiao Fang wanted that kind of life, so you respected her decision. But now, can you still look me in the eye and swear that's the truth?"
