Qin Feng did not even know that the contact he had gone to such lengths to make with Qin Yu had only happened with Qin Yuheng's tacit permission.
Qin Feng was sent away again. Under the watch of Qin Yuheng's men, he would never have another chance to leave. He would spend the rest of his lonely life on that deserted island, nursing his broken body.
That was Qin Yuheng's punishment for him.
Qin Yu was not much better off.
Although he had been ordered to leave the country, he still resented Qin Yuheng for stealing the man he loved. He had even thought about getting revenge, but he had vastly overestimated himself.
Everything he had had been given to him by Qin Yuheng. When he realized that, without his brother, he lacked even the basic ability to survive, a sudden wave of defeat and helplessness rose within him.
Revenge sounded like a joke.
Everyone now knew that the Qin brothers had fallen out. Qin Yu had lost his greatest source of support, and his fair-weather friends had scattered, as though they had never known him.
He did not understand how people could change so quickly. They used to fawn over him in every possible way, never daring to contradict so much as a word he said. Every face he had seen had been full of goodwill and flattery.
Qin Yu looked down on people like that, yet enjoyed their adulation.
To him, everything had come so easily. It was little wonder he had arrogantly assumed that he had been born special.
And he had never truly opened his heart to any of them.
Except Xie Lingfeng.
They had grown up together. The Xie Family had treated him very well, practically regarding him as another son, and he had considered