He said each word slowly and deliberately, "I want you to live, to suffer the agony of being torn to pieces!"

Jiang Ziqi suddenly realized why Brother Pa had reacted so strongly; it turned out he was Tian Jiangling's brother.

From then on, Patimi was in a bad mood. Apart from going to the cell every day to eat Ye Xiujie's flesh and then applying medicine and bandaging him, he was afraid that Ye Xiujie would die too quickly. He couldn't muster any interest in anything else.

Qingge cooks different dishes every day, but Patimi doesn't eat much. She's very worried. "When I first met Patimi, he was actually a very serious and aloof person. Because he didn't like to smile, no one dared to get close to him. Then one day, he suddenly started smiling every day... It was a strange smile, but he persisted, like he was completing a task. But over time, people gradually got used to it and he developed a kind and approachable personality. Well, these past few days, he's gone back to his original self."

Jiang Ziqi felt very guilty, "Sister Qingge, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

Qingge waved her hand, "Hey, what are you thinking? This has nothing to do with you. I just didn't expect this guy to be so secretive. I guess he has a very good relationship with his younger brother. It's just that I've never heard him mention his family before."

Patimi and Tian Jiangling have a good relationship?

Patimi shook his head; he wasn't familiar with the boy.

After all, the number of times we've met can be counted on one hand.

But he remembered the little face that always hid behind his mother when he came, the boy's voice calling him brother, the stale osmanthus pastry the boy gave him, and the delicate handwriting on the note.

So he smiles every day.

He wanted to help that boy accumulate good fortune so that he could have a good life in his next life.

What Patimi didn't know was that the neat handwriting on that note wasn't Tian Jiangling's.

His handwriting was terrible; he wrote it many times but was never satisfied, crumpling it up again and again, leaving crumpled pieces of paper scattered around his feet.

Zi Tingnan, who was sitting in front of him, turned around and said, "I'll write it for you."

Zi Tingnan picked up the pen. "What should I write?"

Tian Jiangling scratched his head, "A blessing."

Zi Tingnan nodded, and then wrote: Wishing you all the best and that everything goes smoothly.

Tian Jiangling shook his head. "Let's choose another one."

She asked, "Who is it written to?"

"Big brother, he's the leader of the mercenary group!"

The boy's tone was filled with pride.

Zi Tingnan wrote again: Wishing my brother a bright future.

Tian Jiangling said, "It's too monotonous."

Zi Tingnan glanced at him, bent down to pick up a crumpled piece of paper from the ground, but Tian Jiangling stopped her, "Don't look—"

He explained, "It's not well written."

Zi Tingnan opened it anyway, and it read: Brother, I wish you a happy smile.

She was thinking that it was no different from hers, when a classmate passing by snatched the note from her hand. The classmate read it aloud and said, "Ugh, what did you two write? It's so stiff and not thoughtful at all!"

Zi Tingnan asked earnestly, "Then how should it be written?"

The classmate thought for a moment, then said, "I've heard that people who smile a lot have good luck!"

With a sweet, affected voice, Tian Jiangling shook her head frantically, "No, absolutely not!"

Zi Tingnan smiled and said, "I think it's okay."

Tian Jiangling, "No!"

Zi Tingnan had already picked up her pen. Her handwriting was just like her personality—delicate and flowing, with a smooth and even touch.

At this time, Zi Tingnan was unaware that her handwriting had been remembered by an older brother for many years.

When Huaansu Ayigu arrived, Patimi was cleaning the yard, carrying a bucket in his left hand and a handkerchief in his right, carefully wiping the paving stones on the ground.

"Brother Pa."

Patimi remained unmoved.