As the door closed, Xu Fan slumped weakly against the cold white wall, closing his eyes and letting out a scoff from his throat.
The little boy from back then had grown up. He wouldn't trail him everywhere anymore, wouldn't see him as the one and only person he could rely on.
Now he had a crowd of fans who adored and supported him.
Now he had a pretty pursuer who idolized him.
Maybe in a while, he'd even have a girlfriend, a wife, and maybe even a family of his own.
And for all of these things, the 'good brother'—his role—was no longer a part of it.
All those wished-for futures were nothing but hopeless delusions.
"Brother Fan." A soft, clear voice like mountain streams suddenly sounded near his ear.
Xu Fan paused, hand covering his eyes, but gave no response.
"What's wrong with you?" Jin Yunzhi crouched beside him, eyes filled with worry.
