He Yuqing felt his head grow hazy as countless unfamiliar yet familiar memories surged through him like a tide. When he came to, he found himself in an old but lively siheyuan, with the sound of an argument ringing in his ears.
“Zhuzi, you can't treat Xiaoyu like this! He's your own younger brother!” A middle-aged woman's voice was full of anxiety and anger.
“Mom, he's a good-for-nothing. Living with me would only drag me down. Make him leave!” A man's voice was full of disdain.
