"I'm not playing dumb, big brother, you've known my thoughts for so many years—why can't you let go? We are siblings, siblings, and what you're doing isn't right."
Tang Nian couldn't help getting agitated, but Tang Mubai was much calmer than she was.
"I know better than anyone what our relationship is, but if I could have let go, I would have done so a long time ago. Do you think I want to choose this path? Besides, we have no blood relation, so it's not really violating anything."
"But after all these years, I've lived with the Tang Family, my last name is Tang, and I was raised by dad and mom. I've always called you brother, and now whether we have blood relations or not doesn't matter anymore, do you understand?"
"Is what the outside world says really that important? Ask yourself, if your last name weren't Tang, would you still love me?"
Tang Nian stepped back, her face drained of blood.
