He was suddenly taken aback because Baobao’s gaze carried something utterly inconceivable. Was it possible that through him, she was reminiscing about someone else? He thought of Shujun, his twin brother, born of the same womb. Even their facial features were nearly identical except Yixuan had a cinnabar mole on his forehead from birth, while he had a tiny purple mole at the corner of his eye. Why did she look so sorrowful? As he pondered this, Dong Huiying seemed to come back to her senses, hurriedly lowering her head, but betrayed a sign of panic. Big Brother suddenly took hold of Dong Huiying’s fist resting on the table, as if transmitting a calming force to her, and she gradually settled down. Shu Yu’s brows furrowed slightly. "Big Brother, any progress on Shujun’s disappearance?" Liang Zhichen remained composed, "If there were any, Baobao wouldn’t be so worried about Shujun that she could barely eat." The implication was clear: there was none. Shu Yu gave Dong Huiying another long look then lightly dusted non-existent dust from her sleeve with an indifferent expression. "I’m done eating, I feel a bit tired and will go rest in my room for a bit." "Make sure to cover yourself, it’s getting cooler these days, be careful not to catch a cold again." After Big Brother’s instructions, Shu Yu slowly made her way indoors, while around the dining table, the fourth, fifth, and sixth brothers all looked worried and anxious. Often, not asking doesn’t mean not caring; they were just afraid that by bringing it up, they would cause others to become anxious as well. But Third Brother has been missing for so long, how could they not be worried? Yue Ning’s eyes were bloodshot as he exploded with a curse: "Damn it, He Su is such an inhuman!" He appeared utterly indignant. Haoming frowned, Yixuan let out a deep sigh, and Liang Zhichen, as the eldest brother, slowly lowered his eyes. It felt as if his heart had been pierced by a sharp silver needle, the pain throbbing deep like a continual stab. At that moment, Dong Huiying, who was sitting beside him, suddenly took his hand in hers. Just as he did before, she used the warmth of her palm to transfer to him a comforting strength. Zhi Chen quickly composed himself; he gently patted the back of Dong Huiying’s hand, his expression clouded yet the corners of his lips curved slightly, as if he was sending her a subtle signal: I’m fine, don’t worry. All afternoon, the sky was brightened by a shining sun, but over the Liang family courtyard, it seemed to be enveloped by an unseen gloom. Unable to stand the atmosphere, Yue Ning made an excuse to go chop wood up the mountain, and hurriedly dashed out the door with an axe. However, shortly after leaving home, at the entrance to the village, he suddenly spotted a fair and plump girl. This plump girl looked simple and honest, with fair skin and a chubby body, but that face... Yue Ning found it somewhat familiar. The girl’s eyes were pure, but upon seeing Yue Ning, she immediately blanched and turned to run away. Liang Yuening saw the small basket in the crook of her arm. He sprinted towards the chubby girl: "Stop right there!" As he called out, the girl, like a startled bird, ran even faster. Yuening intended to chase after her, but though she looked chubby, she was surprisingly agile, especially when she dashed into the mountain. She was like a fish in water, evidently well-versed in navigating the wilderness. The mountains seemed to be her own backyard, where every blade of grass, every tree, could become a natural hiding place. Liang Yuening gave chase for a good while but ended up losing her altogether. He felt frustrated, yet couldn’t help but think of Third Brother.