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After this scene ended, the gazes directed at Tan Ming varied among the group.
Qi Qiuluo observed with amusement.
Ling Xing curled her lips in disdain.
Liu Xuanzhu looked on with sympathy.
Only Yan Qing's thoughts drifted far away.
In his memories, there was a cool little boy!
The boy had a head full of fluffy, shiny curls, dressed in a stylish black jumpsuit, and his eyes were dark and bright.
"Brother, I don’t want to go home. Can I go home with you?" The child looked up at him, his big, watery eyes filled with expectation, as he tugged at Yan Qing's sleeve.
During a time when Yan Qing had taken two months off from school, he had ventured into the city alone, spending most of that time in a small bar.
The little boy was someone he had met there—adorable and clever. They had spent a brief day together; Yan Qing took him roller skating, rode the Ferris wheel, and ate ice cream. The child was very happy.
The boy liked him so much that he said he wanted to go home with him. Yan Qing agreed but then took the child to the police station instead. The boy clung tightly to his sleeve, his small face serious and sad. "How could you lie to me?"
"I'm sorry."
The child just cried in his arms, all the emotions hidden behind his smile pouring out. "I don’t want to go home. Brother doesn’t like me; my mom doesn’t like him because of me; he hates me. I want to make my brother happy so that my mom will like him."
At that moment, Yan Qing was deeply moved by the child.
In his previous understanding, such a small child only needed to be cute and happy.
He remembered that when he left, the boy was very angry—after all, he had been spoiled and raised without limits; such a small child could actually threaten someone, saying to wait for him because he had two very powerful brothers. Yan Qing hadn’t taken it seriously at the time.
He never imagined that this little boy would turn out to be Tan Ming's younger brother!
For the first time, he felt how wondrous fate could be.
He stole a glance at Tan Ming; Tan Ming wore a stern expression, his brows tightly knitted together, his cold face starkly different from that of the little boy.
Seeing his younger brother, Tan Ming did not look happy at all. Everyone envied him for having a family, but no one knew how he grew up in a family where he felt overlooked.
He had a brilliant older brother and an adorable younger brother, yet he was stuck in the middle and felt unappreciated.
It seemed as if he had been born to be disregarded.
Just like what his mother once told him: "Xiao Ming, sometimes I really feel sorry for you. But every time I want to feel sorry for you, you always make me think otherwise. Whenever I see you, I remember the saying that those who are pitiful must have their faults; you are my child, yet sometimes I can’t help but dislike you."
His younger brother was injured, and their mother blamed him for it—a scenario that had played out countless times throughout his life, so he had long since grown numb to it. Yet, faced with his classmates, he still felt a deep sense of shame.
This was his most vulnerable side, a buried wound that he kept hidden. It was too raw and bloody for him to allow anyone to touch it. He felt as if the perfect facade he had painstakingly crafted was crumbling before him. The renowned athlete Tan Ming and the formidable student council president Tan Ming now seemed like a cruel joke.
"Let them laugh at me," he thought in despair.
When he finally looked up, he noticed that everyone he made eye contact with instinctively turned away. A sense of loss stirred within Tan Ming. However, what he didn’t realize was that their avoidance was not out of mockery but rather understanding. They hadn’t expected someone as exceptional as Tan Ming to struggle, to feel sorrow, or to endure family discord. They seemed to grasp why Tan Ming often spoke in hushed tones, why he habitually furrowed his brow, and why he rarely smiled—his youth had been shadowed by gloom and lacked empathy.
Tan Ming had no time to suppress his feelings; as the previous scene faded away, the setting shifted once more.
Back in the dormitory, the afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the man's silhouette. He stood with his back to them, only a vague three-dimensional shadow visible against the light.
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