My brother kept hitting the gas pedal all the way because Freya didn't reply to his message immediately.
But when he reached the last intersection, my brother suddenly changed direction.
I finally couldn't control my emotions when I saw my brother step into a dessert shop.
He hesitated at the door for only two seconds before resolutely walking in.
He went straight to the pastry area, grabbed a chocolate cake, paid, and left.
After getting in the car, he opened his phone and still didn't see any reply. A hint of urgency flashed in his eyes.
The next second, he sent a voice message to Freya,
"I bought your favorite Chocolate cake. Please don't be mad at me. The reason I left your graduation ceremony that day was because there was a sudden case at the bureau."
His tone carried coaxing and gentle affection, a side of him I had never seen before.
He regarded the cake with my name on it as a scourge.
But in order to please his Freya, he could give up his principles.
I will never forget my tenth birthday. Not knowing about my dad's death, I cried and demanded a birthday cake from my brother.
His eyes turned red with hatred, and he shouted at me, a kid,