Tang Xiancheng's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth slightly open. The words on the tip of his tongue slipped back down.
His little sister... she didn't mind that he wouldn't talk?
"Little Tangtang is here."
Tang Jian came over from his sixth uncle's side and waved warmly.
"Your second big brother owes you an apology too. Sorry, we can't play with you today."
Tang Jian was the second oldest of the younger generation. Though he wasn't as mature and sensible as Tang Xianqi, he had inherited his mother's intelligence. Hearing Tang Tang say all this, he immediately recalled her earlier words about her "eldest brother dying young."
So his little sister had sounded so certain not because it was a prophecy, but because it had really happened.
And A-Cheng developing social anxiety because of what happened to his brother was real too...
But judging by things now, A-Cheng probably wasn't going to develop social anxiety.
Not only that, but this shock seemed to have prompted him to start practicing his communication skills on his own.
Tang Xiancheng wiped away his welling tears with the back of his hand and promised, "Next week. I'll definitely come play with you next week!"
Tang Tang: "..."
"I never said you had to come play with me every week."
"You really don't have to do this."
Watching Tang Xiancheng try so hard to communicate with Tang Tang, the adults silently looked away.
Had the shock made A-Cheng feel useless, prompting him to resolve to come out of his shell?
After all, something had happened to the brother he loved so much right before his eyes. If they hadn't been there and he had been alone, too afraid to talk to strangers, how would he have asked for help? How would he have saved his