Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
I⦠I donât want to!
Itâs that little sister again!
Little No. 5 was inexplicably angry, and replied in a fit of pique: [I have to report to school in the morning, and I have to continue working on the last bit of the design for Flying Star in the afternoon. Iâm not free.]
[Is that so? Then, after I have a chat with that little sister, Iâll go and look for you after that?]
A certain fourth brother didnât seem to sense his emotions at all and replied as thus.
Little No. 5 felt even worse!
What? That was it?
Each and every one of them only had that little sister in their hearts! Stupid Little Sister!
Little No. 5 Lu Xingran looked up at the sky. The young manâs eyes gradually turned dark red. He had never realized that he was actually so fragile.
After a simple âMmâ reply to Fourth Brother, a certain young man threw his phone away and buried his head under the blanket, and didnât say anything else.
He didnât even bother with Little Tyrant Dragon on the side.
The little dog was docile as it crouched alone on the sofa, and lowered its head from time to time. It was depressed~
When would it be able to return to that d*mn womanâs side, or to the vast and boundless universe of time and space?
Hmph, hmph, hmph~
â¦
At a certain coffee shop in Country X, Fourth Brother shook his head helplessly as he looked at Little No. 5âs reply. He put away his phone and got up to leave.
âMr. Lu!â
Behind him, a man in a flashy outfit called out to him again and said in the local language, âI can add more! Iâll book the venues, hire assistants, build the exhibition areas, and everything else. I can take care of everything, as long as youâre willing to stay!â
The manâs eyes were filled with anxiety, as if he wanted nothing more than to tie him up.
The young manâs lips curved slightly. With a gentle but resolute gaze, he replied clearly and fluently in the same language, âIâm very sorry, Mr. Ike. Thank you for your recognition. Otherwise, I wouldnât have been able to come for the competition back then. But now, itâs time for me to go back.â
âBut, but your Chinese compatriots donât welcome you at all! They accuse you of plagiarism, and even say that youâ¦â
âEnough!â
There was no room for doubt in the young manâs chilly tone, and Ike was inexplicably frightened.
The young man continued in a clear voice, âI know you spoke without thinking in order to make me stay. I donât blame you.
âBut in my country, many people are just in the dark. When you donât know the truth, you will feel indignant at the stories spread about bad people; emotions like these transcend borders.
âAnd when everyone doesnât trust you and slanders you, there will always be some people silently supporting and encouraging you from behind. They might be harsh with their words, but theyâre soft-hearted. They might also look unhappy with you on the surface, but theyâre actually more worried than anyone elseâ¦â
The young man smiled slightly as he recalled the happy times with his brothers. His face was as gentle as a mountain flower, and he emphasized in a cool voice, âYou know, Iâve only ever lived for them and myself.â
âMm, I know.â A real minimalist!
He was fully devoted to what he loved. Anything else that went against that was beyond his range of concern, to say nothing of getting a second glance from him.
âIâm very sorry!â
Ike lowered his head in shame. He wanted to cry because of his impetuosity and because he couldnât keep him.
âAlright, Ike, all good things must come to an end. We will meet again in the future!â