Jing Changle looked up and faced Luo Yirui, "What promise?"
Luo Yirui turned his head, looking out the window, unable to see Jing Changle's expression.
"If one day we change, let's stop calling each other brothers." He paused, "Being friends is good enough."
There are many kinds of friends, but only one kind of brother.
Jing Changle stared blankly at Luo Yirui, unable to see his expression at the moment.
He had thought about this question too. In the future, they would definitely be in different factions. Interests, power, money—all could tempt someone to change. They are twelve and thirteen now. According to Aunt Bei, they think they are mature, but their characters are not stable.
In going through the ups and downs of society for a dozen years, can they still have the same untainted, unguarded heart-to-heart, like now?
"Okay."
Jing Changle gently replied.
Then the two fell silent, both caught off guard by this sudden farewell.
