"Brother…" Yu Cixin, seeing Yu Qinglan in such a state, wanted to comfort him. But the words got stuck in her throat, and she was unable to voice them out.

Yu Qinglan closed his eyes, memories of their past together surfacing in his mind, filling his heart with bitterness.

After a while, he opened his eyes, burying all his emotions deep inside, "You choose their wedding gift."

Yu Cixin nodded and then stood up to leave.

Just as she ...