"He's not a good father," Su Zhe said.
Su Lu didn't know how to comfort Su Zhe, perhaps at this time, what her brother needed more was simply someone to listen.
So Su Lu remained silent, silently listening.
Su Zhe was silent for a few seconds, then continued, "But I'm not a good son either."
Su Lu gently stroked the back of his hand, "Don't be sad, brother, you've already done very well, you've worked so hard and done excellently."
Su Lu couldn't help but reach out and press Su Zhe's head to her shoulder, letting him lean on her.
"It's okay, it's okay," Su Lu said softly, "Things will get better, everything will get better, don't be afraid, brother."
After what felt like a long time, Su Lu then felt a warm liquid soaking into the shoulder of her shirt.
She dared not move, nor turn her head to witness her brother's vulnerability.
But her heart felt especially sad, especially pained for him.
After a while...
