<h4>Chapter 890: Just Like Ye Yang</h4>


    Ye Liu gently consoled his youngest brother.


    “Ling, don’t overthink things! What are you if not our brother? A stranger, then?” Ye Mo retorted sternly. “We’ll talk about this when we get home. What’s the rush?”


    He could tell his brother must be overthinking it, but he should not have said those things.


    “Ling, your brothers are right. Let’s discuss it back home. You shouldn’t overthink it,” Li Wazi advised him too.


    Ye Ling kept walking silently ahead. No one and no words would get through to him. He said nothing, and even his face was void of expression.


    He was acting just like Ye Yang.


    Ye Liu nced sideways at Ye Mo, ming his wrong use of tone.


    Even if Ling had said something he should not have because of his messed-up thoughts, his brothers should not get mad at him or treat him badly, because that would only be counterproductive.


    Ye Mo’s expression only got more solemn, but at the moment he had to bear with it!


    He kept his mouth shut and said nothing else, but paid close attention to Ling’s condition.


    “Ling, you look scary when you’re sulking. You’ve even frightened me,” Ye Liu said, pretending to be afraid as he beat his chest.


    Patiently and gently, he consoled his brother. “Calm down. Let’s get home and I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. Don’t stay mad now. If anything happens to you, Little Duo and Yang definitely won’t forgive Mo and I. Can you bear to see us suffer under their wraith?”


    Ye Mo and Li Wazi, both of whom had no talent with words and no skills on consoling others, listened quietly as Ye Liu coaxed Ye Ling.


    Despite how much Ye Liu tried to talk him out of it, Ye Ling would not respond and he remained expressionless. His face only got paler and paler.


    When they finally approached the bamboo forest and were that much closer to home, Ye Ling suddenly stopped in his tracks. He hunched down with his hands on his knees and began to breathe heavily.


    “Ling, what’s wrong?” the three men asked in unison.


    Ye Ling, with his head lowered and shaking, brows slightly creasing, said, “Nothing!”


    The suppressed feeling in his heart scurried about, causing him to run short of breath. Sweat ran along his forehead, his pale cheeks a terrible sight.


    Seeing him like this, the three men concluded that this was a sign of illness!


    One by one they became anxious.


    Ye Mo spoke then. “Liu, you and Li Wazi keep an eye on him. I’ll hurry back and get his medicine!”


    With that, he ran towards home.


    Ye Liu and Li Wazi stayed on either side of Ye Ling and slowly helped him to sit down to rest.


    “Ling, adjust your breathing slowly. Don’t think about other things, and don’t give in to rage. Be good,” Ye Liu said to him sternly.


    He was really worried that something would happen to his brother.


    Although Ye Ling’s health had been well-maintained recently and he had not fallen ill in a long while, it did not mean that everything was normal or that he was just like everyone else.


    “Yes, Ling, calm down. Don’t sulk anymore,” Li Wazi said, just as sternly.


    Ye Ling was like a younger brother to him.


    “I’m f-fine. Liu, Brother Li, don’t worry,” Ye Ling said weakly, his face horribly pale.


    Not to worry?


    The two men panicked. They worried that all of a sudden Ling might...


    Ye Mo ran home as fast as he could and hurried to the third floor when he did. He did not even have time to greet the other inhabitants.


    “Mo, what’s the rush?” Liu Duo said curiously, frowning.