Heart-finding notice

"Brother Xiaochen..."

The left arm was gently held, and I turned my back to him, trying to hold back the tears that kept falling.

"Don't ignore me, Brother Xiaochen."

His voice was still gentle, as if the matter just now had nothing to do with him.He turned around and pulled me into his arms, the scent was still permeating the tip of his nose, and the tears that had already flowed out again.

"I'm sorry... Zifan..."

"It's not your fault at all, why do you have to apologize?" He raised my chin forcefully, forcing each other to look directly into each other's eyes.

"Don't cry, I will feel bad." He kissed away the tears that rolled down to the corner of my mouth, and gently ran down my messy hair.

"Aren't you... sad? They did this to you."

"Knowing that brother Xiaochen and brother are twin brothers, what's so sad? We are inseparable." He smiled playfully, pinched my nose jokingly, and still refused to let go of his hand around me .

"It's not their fault that I have heart disease, it's just a pity that I didn't get to spend more time with you..."

Looking at the smile on his mouth blurredly, tears still poured out uncontrollably.

"I won't talk anymore! You cry again after talking about it, brother Xiaochen is such a crybaby." He hurriedly wiped the tears from my face, but I showed the happiest smile.

"...At least fate made us meet." Hearing this, he paused, the corners of his mouth raised sharply, revealing his white teeth, and his heartbeat suddenly missed several beats.

"Brother Xiaochen is so cute, I like you the most." As if wanting to rub me into his body, the hands around my waist tightened even more.

"Master, the master has confirmed with Ling for you, and we will meet you on this Saturday morning."

I nodded slightly, and lay in his arms not wanting to move.After Mu Mu closed the door, I lowered my eyes and buried my head in his chest.

"Brother Xiaochen, don't look sad." He tilted his head and poked my cheek, and his smile softened even more from this direction.

I pulled the corners of my mouth, but the haze on my face did not dissipate.I wrapped the heavy quilt around my body, but I couldn't drive away the coldness that came from nowhere.

"I'm just afraid, afraid of hearing an unacceptable fact again."

He stroked my hair lightly, as if doing a habitual action for many years.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The car stopped in front of an exquisite and luxurious Japanese-style house, I squeezed the hand of the person next to me, forced down the tension, and walked in with the older housekeeper.

A man was sitting on a brown sofa, his whole body exuded a sense of majesty but elegance and calmness at the same time.He slowly took the coffee poured by the maid, took a sip, and then looked up at me.

"You are Mu Zichen, right?"

After I responded, I raised my hand to refuse the coffee that was handed over, and carefully looked at each other's expressions.

"If you have any questions, please tell me."

At this point, I can no longer trust anyone.I winked at Zifan, who was always next to me, and asked him to check around and notify me if he found anything wrong.

"Where is Zifan's heart?"

"Why do you ask this? Even if you know, he can't be resurrected from the dead." He chuckled, playing with the stirring spoon as if it had nothing to do with him, and it made a crisp sound when it touched the wall of the cup.

I shook my whole body and clenched my fists angrily, not knowing why he was so bloodless and tearless just like my father.

"Even if he is not your biological son, he has been with you for so many years, how can you look indifferent!"

"You always want to teach your elders a lesson. It seems that your father is right. He is really a bad boy." He glanced at me slightly, with that cynical smile still on his face.

"Zifan's grandfather passed away, and you left him alone..." I didn't want to ignore any comments that had nothing to do with the truth, and cut straight to the point.

"Shut up! I haven't settled with him yet, it's too early to die."

"What did you say?"

"...Heh, I'm in a hurry, don't you still have him with him? He's a homosexual, even his own younger brother."

I widened my eyes and wanted to say something, but my throat was so dry that I couldn't speak.Several blurry images flashed before my eyes in an instant. Two boys in their teens cuddled together, whispering something in their ears...

"You pampered young master, who specially spoils other people's children." He folded his arms around his chest, squinting at me who was no longer so confident.

"What is the relationship between me and him..."

"I have to tell you this kind of thing? Oh yes, the young master has lost his memory. But I'm sorry, it will dirty my mouth if I say it."

His tone was filled with disgust, and I took a deep breath, trying not to sound so trembling in my voice.

"I just want to ask you, where did Zifan's heart go?"

He didn't answer, just shrugged his shoulders slightly and fiddled with the coffee dregs at the bottom of the cup.

"Since you don't like each other, tell me quickly, so I can get out."

"I really don't understand what you're talking about." He said in a deep voice, squinting his eyes and staring at me, and that scrutiny gave me a chill.

"You really look like him."