Only after introducing himself and solemnly making his promise did Lu Yanting leave, satisfied.
Jian Dan's mother insisted that he see them to the hospital entrance,
so he reluctantly trailed behind Jian Ran.
"Go back." Jian Ran waved, his departing figure carefree and unrestrained. "Go to school tomorrow. I'll hire a caregiver."
"You think this will clear your name?" Jian Dan suddenly demanded viciously, a hint of tears in his voice. "You think this makes you a good son, a good brother?"
Jian Ran stopped, looked back, and sighed. "I'm not trying to clear my name."
"And I'm not asking you to forgive me."
"How many times do I have to say it?"
"I'm going, I'm going. Been running around all day. I'm fucking exhausted."
He turned away, muttering to himself, "This lousy body really can't take much."
Jian Dan stood motionless, his eyes seemingly veiled in mist. He stared at Jian Ran's retreating figure for a long time before murmuring, "How did he change?"
"He's changed... he doesn't seem like my brother anymore."
The moment Jian Ran's backside touched the passenger seat, Lu Yanting stepped on the gas and shot off.
The silver-white Bentley swept into the bustling streets like a mighty dragon, neon lights glittering through the night.
Jian Ran gazed out the window, a rare trace of loneliness appearing on his striking, beautiful face.
Lu Yanting glanced at him. "What's wrong? Worried about your mother's condition?"
He paused, then asked, "Why was your brother so rude to you?"
"Because I used to be a bastard. I abandoned them and never bothered with them again," Jian Ran said mildly, as though recounting someone else's story.
Lu Yanting frowned. "I don't think you could do something like that."
"Why?" Jian Ran pursed his lips. "You don't know what