The young man finished the last stitch.
"Who could live in this world without hardship?"
Lin Feng was stunned by his reply for a long while.
The elder brother she remembered had not been a wastrel, but he had carried the pride of a scion of an eminent family. He was courteous and gracious to everyone on the surface, but only those who truly knew him understood that beneath his gentle manners lay an immense reserve. Like so many privileged young heirs, he had sincerely divided people into different ranks.
This distinction between classes had not come from his own nature, but from his surroundings. He had naturally believed that pacifying the realm and governing the country were their innate responsibilities, and that the compassion and charity of those above were meant for those below.
It truly surprised Lin Feng that someone raised in such an environment could say, "Who could live in this world without hardship?"
She could tell that he had spoken from the heart, not as a false show. "Brother, hearing you say that only makes my heart ache more."
The young man picked up the dirty clothes Lin Feng had changed out of.
Though Lin Feng was head of the household, she was also a busy single woman. The stewards and servants could not manage every aspect of her life, and she saw her great-grandfather only once every ten days or half a month, so it was inevitable that she overlooked small details. With a war on, she was even more careless about her daily life.
Had the young man not said anything, she would not have known when her clothes had torn.
Lin Feng awkwardly scratched her cheek and thought it over.
"It probably got scraped when I was standing too close to the soldiers