How could this be...?

How did it turn out like this?

Zhu Ping's mind was in chaos, with all sorts of thoughts rushing in.

He felt like an outsider, standing on an unfamiliar stage, watching an absurd drama unfold.

Qin Yang is the protagonist of this drama.

The distance between him and Qin Yang seemed to be an insurmountable chasm, an unreachable barrier.

He knew that from now on, he and Qin Yang could probably never go back to the way things were before.

They are from two different worlds now.

One is in the sky, the other is on the ground.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ping felt a strange sense of loss.

Just as Zhu Ping was lost in thought, Qin Yang slowly turned around.

He looked at Zhu Ping with a gentle smile on his face.

That smile, like a spring breeze, instantly dispelled the gloom in Zhu Ping's heart.

Qin Yang strode towards Zhu Ping.

Every step felt like it was treading on Zhu Ping's heart.

It made his heart beat faster involuntarily.

Qin Yang walked up to Zhu Ping and stopped.

He reached out and gently patted Zhu Ping's shoulder.

The action was exactly the same as before.

Nothing has changed.

"What's wrong? Are you dumbfounded?"

Qin Yang's voice was still so familiar and warm.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"I...I..."

Zhu Ping stammered, unsure of what to say.

He wanted to ask Qin Yang, "Are you still the Qin Yang I know?"

Will you still consider me a brother?

But he didn't dare ask.

He was afraid of hearing answers he didn't want to hear.

Qin Yang looked at him, his eyes clear and without a trace of impurity.

"We're still good brothers, aren't we?"

Qin Yang's voice was soft, yet it resonated like a thunderclap in Zhu Ping's heart.

In an instant, Zhu Ping's eyes welled up with tears.

All doubts, all anxieties, all disappointments vanished in that moment.

He nodded vigorously, his voice choked with emotion.

"Yeah! We'll always be best brothers!"

He repeated himself, afraid that Qin Yang wouldn't believe him.