Love is so beautiful and sweet, just like cappuccino; secret love is like mocha coffee, bitter and astringent. However, this bitterness and astringency, Tang Yan said, was as sweet as the rain. Love, but can't get close, can only look at him from a distance. I can't express this love because I'm not qualified. That's my brother's lover! The moment he learned that his brother was missing, he actually felt a little happy. How could he have such despicable thoughts? Seeing Feng in so much pain and sorrow, his heart felt as if it was torn apart. What can it take to make Feng no longer sad? If possible, he is willing to pay everything for it...