Yu Wenqian silently stared at Yu Wenye, neither of them uttering a word. Although it was quiet, there was an overwhelming feeling of tension in their exchanged glances. Even the people outside the mourning hall fell silent, tensely watching the two men inside, unsure if they were merely peacefully confronting each other or if an undercurrent of confrontation was brewing.
It felt as if the arrow was drawn but not yet released, ready to lose its target.
Just as everyone was holding their breath, seemingly waiting for a certain moment to arrive, Yu Wenqian suddenly gave a faint smile and said, "The one who understands me is my second brother."
"..."
"So many years have passed, yet second brother's sharp gaze hasn't changed one bit."
"Indeed, so many years have passed,"
Yu Wenye said, his gaze on Yu Wenqian deeper than ever before, as if it penetrated through the years and the unspeakable depths of time, looking at Yu Wenqian: "Yet, alas, elder brother hasn't changed either."
