The landmines has longed been set-off and stepped on. It's unavoidable. Most of the time, the brother figured out what's on Lan Zhan's mind when he speaks barely three words at minimum.

"Injured. Harvest tea." That's three words, for example. There's a slight tremor as he lowers his cup down. The expression on his face becomes stoic. But he believes him. "As long he is all right." He said distantly.

"Do you see anything else...?"