Fang Ning thought Ji Xiangzhou, that gaming-addicted teenager, hardly looked like the biggest handful. The cool, aloof boy seemed like the sort who would merely give someone a cold look even if they picked a fight with him, too lazy to lift a hand.
"Ji Xiangzhou was the naughtiest? He doesn't look it."
Remembering a few things from the past, Ji Xiangnian smiled. "You have no idea. He used to love getting into fights. Nothing ever happened to him, but every time, he'd bring in a pile of complaints from parents."
He was actually very much on his younger brother's side, but whenever other parents came demanding an explanation, bringing children his brother had beaten until their faces were swollen like pigs' heads, a pitiful sight...
Xiangzhou would stand there completely unscathed, arms folded, looking on coldly from on high.
Faced with that contrast, even his resolve to speak up for his brother weakened.
Being the older brother really was hard.
Fang Ning was a little surprised. This gaming-addicted teenager actually had that side to him.
Ji Xiangnian suddenly stopped and turned to look at Fang Ning, his tone solemn. "Fang Ning, I was in a lot of pain back then too, but we all have to look ahead."
"The same goes for you. The people who hurt you aren't worth your grief. They aren't worth all your time and effort."
Ji Xiangnian gently guided her.
He offered reassurance as someone older.
Fang Ning lowered her eyes. From childhood until now, it seemed that only her mother, now buried beneath the earth, had ever said anything like that to her.
Fang Ning smiled, her gaze gradually clearing. "Mm. Thank you. I know."
Whether it was Fang Guoming, Jiang Hong, or Ye Mumu, they were all the same. None of them