This remark struck a chord with Ye Sichen's heart. If one day, Yanluo discovered his untoward intentions, would he directly hoist him onto the butcher's block and slice him open?
But regretting was impossible for him.
He just wanted to leave something in her hands, for her to remember him, think of him.
Ye Sichen lowered his head and walked to the side, sticking close to his brother.
Ye Siquan glanced at him, his eyes cold: "You heard what Uncle said. There are plenty of women in the world, do you have to find one that makes your life miserable?"
Such a conversation is not typical for seven or eight-year-olds, but for these prematurely matured children from a special family, discussing plans for ten or twenty years down the line had become commonplace.
"How do you know what I did?" Ye Sichen laughed it off, attempting to cover up the entire affair.
To Ye Siquan, his brother's attempts at concealment were met with a gentle "hmph" out of his nose, without further comment.
