In the living room, the only chandelier was extinguished, and the surrounding was pitch black.
Imdiately afterward, Gu Qiye’s voice rang out slowly in the darkness:
"I am... Blue Arc."
Su Zimai was stunned.
The mont the words fell, a streak of deep blue electricity suddenly rose, illuminating the faces of both Su Zimai and Gu Qiye at the sa ti with the flickering electric light.
She was frozen in place, unable to lift her head for a long ti, seemingly imrsed in the re four words spoken by Gu Qiye.
His tone was calm and gentle, as if he had stated an ordinary trivial matter, yet the words struck Su Zimai like a bolt from the blue.
It was like the first rays of sunlight at dawn, shining on the dull gray sea, piercing into the silent and dark deep ocean.
Su Zimai was like a kite with a broken string or a robot that had lost signal, unable to respond for a long mont.
After so ti, she slowly raised her eyes from beneath her bangs and looked at Gu Qiye.
He was bowing his head, staring at his right hand, where the electric arcs converged into a ball on his fingertips.
Gu Qiye’s face was expressionless, his bright eyes reflecting the deep blue arcs.
Su Zimai glanced at him, lowered her eyes then raised them again, finally fixing her gaze on his eyes, never looking away.
After a long, long ti, she suddenly wrinkled her nose, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes.
So that was it...
The reason my brother ca ho so late before was because he was out there fighting cri every day?
I didn’t know about any of this... and yet every day he took care of us, cooked for us, helped us with howork, and went out at night to do so many dangerous things?
This guy, is he made of iron?
Why hadn’t he complained even once... why did he do so much without saying a word? If it were , I’d surely be boasting all the ti, making myself appear great?
But it’s because he’s so foolish, that’s why he’s my brother.
I was so full of myself, barely having beco an Exorcist less than half a year ago, thinking I was great and that I was working hard for this family, secretly investigating the truth about mom, having contributed so much, already a mature adult, capable of handling things alone...
But clearly, my brother has done much more than I have, yet he hasn’t said a word.
He worked so hard, surely because he wanted to know the truth about mom too.
Thinking of this, Su Zimai suddenly recalled when she was still in middle school, wanting to go to the bathroom late at night, she groggily climbed out of bed and opened the room door, suddenly seeing the bathroom light on.
She blinked and saw Gu Qiye’s reflection on the glass door.
At that ti, Gu Qiye was only sixteen, his body just starting to develop, barely reaching 1.7 ters tall. His upper body was bare, hands resting on the washbasin, bowing his head, gasping heavily at his reflection in the mirror.
His slender body was reflected in the mirror, his chest and shoulders covered in wounds.
Seeing those grueso scars, Su Zimai was stunned for a long ti, then suddenly "clang," she pushed open the door and walked out, slowly approaching the bathroom.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the shadow on the glass door, her voice carrying a hint of fear and concern, hoarsely asking:
"Bro... what happened to you?"
Upon hearing Su Zimai’s voice, Gu Qiye, resting with eyes closed, suddenly froze, a trace of panic appearing on his face. He opened his eyes and turned to look at Su Zimai standing at the door, then hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.
"What happened to those wounds on your body?" she asked.
He whispered: "I couldn’t sleep, wanted to buy a drink at the downstairs convenience store, but accidentally got hit by an electric bike on the way... Just fell down, it’ll heal soon."
"Don’t lie to ..." Su Zimai paused, "I’m not as easily fooled as you think."
"Why would I lie to you?" Gu Qiye said, making a shushing gesture, "Alright, go back to sleep, will you? Don’t wake up Wenyu."
"Then promise ..." Su Zimai’s voice was hoarse, murmuring, "Don’t work so late anymore."
At that mont, she suddenly wished... wished to have a complete family.
Because if mom were still here, she’d surely teach big brother a good lesson, wouldn’t she?
If mom were here, brother wouldn’t dare co ho so late.
If dad hadn’t given up, he’d also keep brother in check.
But the house is empty, with only her, the insignificant little sister left. All she can do is utter so dry words... though she knows, even if she speaks, Gu Qiye probably won’t listen.
Because she’s just a useless sister, unable to change anything, only always being protected...
Thinking of this, a few years ago, Su Zimai’s eyes suddenly turned red.
She wrinkled her nose, trying hard not to cry at the ti, but the tears still uncontrollably slid across the corners of her eyes. She appeared vexed, seemingly angry, but not anger towards Gu Qiye, instead angry at herself for being so useless?
Gu Qiye paused for a mont. After a mont of silence, he raised his hand and patted her head: "I promise you..."
He lowered his eyes, curled his lips, and softly said, "Tomorrow is your birthday, go to sleep early."
"Okay, you sleep early too."
The entire day after that, Su Zimai was absent-minded, unable to pay attention in class, and after school, she hurried straight ho without looking back.
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