Song Chixian changed into a clean dress. He looked at Ye Minglang who was still sleeping. The girl's sweet sleeping face slightly diluted his worry.

He wanted to walk behind the screen. As soon as he took a step, he heard a sigh from behind the screen. His steps stopped at that moment, and his breath stopped suddenly.

He knew that his brother Song Chiyan was still missing his wife.

This is also the reason why he has not reunited for so many years. This love will not fade away with the disappearance of a person, but will become heavier in the depths of Song Chiyan's heart. His deep love for his wife has long turned into a heavy stagnant water.

This stagnant water will not have any waves, nor will it flow in his heart. It will not move, nor will it allow him to feel a trace of familiar feelings.

The name of this feeling is love.

For some reason, Song Chixian sighed naturally.

He knew that his brother was stubbornly helping him and Ye Minglang to be with him, and that was also helping him.

He wants to see lovers finally get married and cannot separate from the person he loves like he does.

"Good clothes, hurry up and go to the venue, we are waiting for you." Song Chiyan stood up, his voice seemed to be as quiet as a handful of sand. "Remember to let Minglang wear the dress designed by Ms. Lilian." As he said that, he shook his head, remembering the way Ye Minglang snuggled in Song Chixian's arms and sleeping deeply, and sighed, "You don't know how to restrain yourself. Since today is so important, you are so unpredictable... Alas..."

Listening to his brother sighing constantly, Song Chixian didn't know whether he was happy or anxious, so he had to deal with it: "I understand, I'll call Minglang immediately, don't worry."

As soon as he heard Song Chixian's words, Song Chiyan almost stood up. He walked out from behind the screen and walked directly to the entrance. He landed gently on the door handle with one hand. The series of movements stopped instantly, and he sighed again, but the meaning of this sigh was completely different from the moment. He exchanged softly: "Xiaoxian."

"Oh?" Song Chixian tidied up his clean shirt. He was wearing a tie when he suddenly heard Song Chiyan calling him. His hands trembled. The tie was about to be tied, but it spread out again.

At this time, Song Chiyan's low voice came over: "You two must be fine." Don't be like him, you cannot be with the person you love, or even be separated from the person you love.

Song Chixian's eyes sank for a moment. He did not look in the direction of Song Chiyan. Song Chiyan left after saying this. He grabbed the tie with both hands, but his eyes were staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

Don't separate...?

Song Chixian looked at himself in the mirror, and his thoughts were stretched out by him at this moment and turned into a deep breath.

He and Song Chiyan have always been very similar. Whether in terms of personality or appearance, the heroic spirit between the two of them is exactly the same. However, due to the polishing of time, they no longer have much similarities at this moment.

Suddenly, his eyes slid down, just above Ye Minglang's sleeping face.

He clearly understood what Song Chiyan meant. He knew that if Ye Minglang really left him, he would become like Song Chiyan again.

Song Chiyan didn't want his younger brother to be like this, so he would definitely do everything he could to help Song Chixian and Ye Minglang be together...

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