He Yuqing felt his head feel dizzy, and countless strange and familiar memories came flooding in. When he woke up, he found himself in an old courtyard full of fireworks, and the sound of quarrels could be heard in his ears.
"Zhuzi, you can't do this to Xiaoyu, he is your brother!" A middle-aged woman's voice was filled with anxiety and anger.
"Mom, he's just a loser. Living with me is a drag. Let him go!" A male voice was filled with disgust.
