The eldest brother is a general commanding troops, Feng Yun believes he understands her.
However, reason is reason, and human sentiment is human sentiment; it is hard for ordinary people to sever emotions, and he finds it difficult to turn the corner for the moment.
She poured a cup of water and thrust it into Wen Xingsu's hands.
Wen Xingsu took it, furrowing his brow in thought for a long while before tilting back his neck and drinking it eagerly, as if parched.
"I understand you."
He set down the cup and sighed heavily.
"It was they who ran into the blade themselves, they have no one to blame."
The smile on Feng Yun's face slowly faded, her eyes slightly squinting, "Does elder brother think, that I am making difficulties because of the issue of not having children?"
Wen Xingsu's eyelids lifted slightly, "Ayun is not that kind of person."
He took two steps forward, standing face to face with Feng Yun.
