Third Brother always seemed to be accommodating them, of course, not just Third Brother. It seemed that the eldest brother, second brother, and even the youngest, Yixuan, did the same. When they were young, the eldest brother bought a string of candied hawthorns and asked if they wanted any. Fourth brother shook his head, and he himself pretended to look disgusted and said, "Who would want to eat that?" After a while, the eldest brother said that the second brother was teething, Third Brother did not like sweets, and Yixuan had just eaten his fill. So, after all considerations, the candied hawthorns would melt if not eaten, and they ended up sharing them. The second brother was not in good health, and although there were many foods he had to avoid—too cold, too hot, too sour, too sweet, too spicy, too salty, too oily, etc.,—it was also, undoubtedly, because of his poor health that whenever there were good things at home, they were often offered to the second brother first. Then the second brother would take a few bites, claim to have lost his appetite, and in the end, the food would end up in his own and fourth brother’s stomachs. And in the years of famine that occurred a few years ago, Third Brother did the same. He would rather go hungry himself and save the limited food for his younger brothers. Once, Yue Ning even saw Third Brother unable to sleep from hunger at night, getting up to gulp down cold water for a long time. Yixuan was like that too, non-confrontational, very patient, and deferential to his brothers. Thinking over and over, recalling again and again, he realized that over the years, their brothers had protected not just the frail second brother but also himself and fourth brother. They had been protected without knowing it, and had it not been for Third Brother’s enlightenment today, even they themselves may not have realized it. Was it because the situation was different now? Because what they wanted was no longer a candied hawthorn, no longer just a mouthful to eat, but a person—a person who, before he even noticed, had begun to dictate his joy, anger, sorrow, and all his emotions? If he did not fight for it, he could only watch her be taken by someone else, or perhaps she would take someone else. So if he wanted her, it had to be each man for himself. Liang Shujun and his two younger brothers finished their fight and returned without seeing Dong Huiying. He was puzzled, and then he saw Hong Xiangjun yawning as she emerged from the room. "What are you looking for?" Hong Xiangjun asked with curiosity. "Of course, I’m looking for my Baobao," Liang Shujun replied, half-squinting his long, narrow phoenix eyes with a languid demeanor. In front of Dong Huiying, he seemed casual, frivolous, and willful, but in front of others, he was like a languid big cat, cold in demeanor, flavored with a touch of cynicism, but in fact, it was wholly an attitude of negligence and disregard. Hong Xiangjun washed her face. "Just now, I saw Sister Xiao Dong looking very preoccupied, and she left the house by herself." At the time, she was curious since the Liang Family Brothers who usually followed her closely were nowhere to be seen. Now looking at Liang Shujun, she couldn’t discern anything. This man hid his thoughts deep and was not as easy to understand as the other two. Liang Shujun’s eyebrows knitted slightly, then his face fell. Could she be deliberately avoiding him? She could hide if she wanted, but she shouldn’t run away from home! He regretted a bit that he had left her here alone; he should have kept a closer watch. Before long, Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening, supporting each other, walked back. When they saw Third Brother sitting on the threshold in a daze, neither of them looked very good. Liang Yuening asked, "Where is she?" Shujun put on a pitiable look, "I don’t know, did she run away from home?" Shujun tried to look as though he were clutching his heart in distress, "I feel a chill in my heart."