Chapter 115: Drunk (6)

Ying Huai's hand at his side slowly tightened.

He forced himself to lift his head, trying to smile at Ying Qi, but the moment he moved, he couldn't help but start coughing again.

That period of time, he really had.......scared Ying Qi.

·

A few months ago.

'Xiao Huai?'

The door beeped softly. Ying Qi hesitated as he leaned in, and before he could see anything clearly, the dim light inside already made him frown.

The room was completely quiet. Although it was daytime, the curtains were drawn and no lights were on.

Ying Qi felt a growing unease in his heart.

After seeing the trending topic online yesterday, he had quickly reached out to his younger brother.

Ying Huai had answered the phone quickly at first, his tone even normal, still in the mood to joke around with Ying Qi.

Although Ying Qi vaguely sensed something was off, he gradually let his guard down.

The next few days seemed normal on the surface. Ying Huai said he'd be recording new songs with Mu Heguang over those two days, telling Ying Qi not to worry.

But Ying Qi kept feeling that Ying Huai's condition that day wasn't quite right.

Still uneasy, he couldn't hold back at work that day. After a quick word with his secretary, he hurried over.

—He hadn't expected that no one would answer after he'd knocked for so long.

Ying Qi had originally thought Ying Huai might be at Mu Heguang's place.

He stood at the door, took out his phone to call Mu Heguang, but the next second heard what seemed like a muffled groan from inside the room, followed by a few suppressed gasps.

Ying Qi no longer hesitated. He keyed in the code and pushed the door open.

The living room was quiet. Not far away, Bouquet heard the sound at the door, let out a soft 'meow,' and trotted over on his short little legs.

Ying Qi half-crouched and scratched Bouquet under the chin. 'Good boy........Do you know where Xiao Huai is?'

Bouquet purred softly in his throat. He didn't seem to understand Ying Qi's words. He gave a small shake, turned toward the sofa, lay down on the floor, and promptly rolled over.

Ying Qi had no mind to play with him right now. He forced a smile and fumbled to turn on the living room light.

The next second, he heard a soft groan from the sofa, followed by a string of choking coughs.

'Xiao Huai?'

Ying Qi came to his senses instantly.

He walked quickly to the sofa and saw the person curled up there.

Ying Qi's expression shifted imperceptibly.

Ying Huai had clearly just woken from a deep sleep, his expression still carrying the blankness of someone just roused.

Somehow he had fallen asleep right on the sofa, with nothing covering him. His legs hung off the edge, one hand pressed unconsciously against his chest, his face abnormally pale.

'........Ge?'

Ying Huai looked up at Ying Qi, still seeming not to register where he was.

He instinctively tried to push himself up, but a sudden sharp pain in his chest made him groan and nearly collapse back down.

Ying Qi hurried forward to steady him, took off his jacket, and wrapped his younger brother snugly in his arms.

'Why didn't you sleep in bed? Falling asleep here?'

Ying Qi helped him sit up slowly and felt his hand.

—His palm was ice-cold and clammy with cold sweat.

Ying Qi's brow furrowed unconsciously. Ying Huai seemed to come back to himself a little, covered his mouth to cough, and smiled up at him: 'No, I was just a bit tired, so I lay down on the sofa for a bit. It's nothing........'

Before he could finish, Ying Qi's slightly heavy voice came from behind him: 'Did you fall asleep, or were you feeling so unwell you didn't even have the strength to walk to your room, Xiao Huai?'

When he'd come in earlier, he'd called out several times, but Ying Huai hadn't responded at all—probably so unwell he'd lost control and passed out.

Ying Huai's expression froze.

Then he suddenly came back to himself, looked up at his big brother, and curved his eyes a little flusteredly: 'I didn't, da-ge. I really was just resting here for a bit........'

His tone was earnest, but paired with his bloodless complexion, it carried absolutely no credibility.

Ying Qi clearly didn't believe Ying Huai's explanation either.

'You're freezing cold, Xiao Huai, and you've been breaking out in cold sweat. Where does it hurt?'

As he spoke, he reached out to feel Ying Huai's forehead—sure enough, it was a little feverish. 'Come with me to the Hospital. Don't tell me you caught a chill sleeping here and the fever is causing something else........'

He lowered his hand and tried to take Ying Huai's pulse, but was caught off guard when the person in front of him pulled his hand back.

Ying Qi froze for a moment, frowning slightly: 'Xiao Huai?'

Ying Huai also paused for a beat, then came back to himself, pressed his own wrist, and shook his head slightly: 'I'm really fine, ge. I don't need to go to the Hospital.'

He seemed afraid his big brother would simply pick him up and carry him to the Hospital without a word. He braced himself and stood up from Ying Qi's arms, swaying as he tried to head toward the bedroom.

'It's just a low fever. I'll take some medicine........phew, sleep a bit and I'll be fine.'

Ying Huai didn't notice his own voice was slowly fading, but Ying Qi beside him immediately sensed something was wrong.

He stood up as well: 'Xiao Huai?'

Ying Huai didn't respond to him.......or rather, didn't hear him. His body swayed, and he instinctively reached out to steady himself against the wall, still walking forward on his own.

'Teacher Mu's been pushing me to record new songs lately. I'm probably just a bit tired. Once this stretch is over, I'll get more rest and I'll be fine.......mm........'

Ying Huai's vision suddenly went inexplicably dark.

He felt a sharp ringing in his ears. As the dark haze before his eyes gradually faded, Ying Huai, still half-dazed, was the first to meet Ying Qi's panicked expression.

'.......Ge?'

Ying Huai felt as though he was being half-held in Ying Qi's arms.

'How did I........'

He instinctively tried to squirm lightly, but instantly felt his chest tighten and his breath shorten, nearly unable to catch his air.

'Don't move.'

Ying Qi's somewhat panicked voice sounded at his ear, pulling him tighter into his arms.

'You just passed out, do you know that?'

Ying Qi spoke urgently: 'What's wrong with you, Xiao Huai? Have you been like this the past two days?'

Ying Huai's expression was somewhat dazed.

He wanted to shake his head, but felt too unwell to muster the strength. He could only rest his chin on Ying Qi's shoulder, taking small, shallow breaths.

After a while, Ying Huai seemed to recover a little. Gasping, he spoke softly: '.......I don't know. I just felt, a moment ago........'

He seemed to run out of strength. His voice trailed off into a mumble halfway through, his eyelids drooping as he leaned crookedly against Ying Qi's shoulder. After a long moment, he let out another low 'mm.'

'I.......just now, I was, a bit dizzy.'

He still didn't seem to realize that he'd lost consciousness again for that brief moment.

Ying Qi was panicking inside, but didn't dare show it on his face. He just tried his best to support his younger brother's body.

'Okay, it's fine. Can you walk now? Let me carry you over to sit down and rest for a bit.........'

He'd made up his mind that today, no matter what, he would take Ying Huai to the Hospital. He was planning to carry him straight out the door once Ying Huai recovered even slightly.

But Ying Huai clearly still hadn't realized the state of his own body.

Hearing Ying Qi's words, he instinctively nodded, braced himself on Ying Qi's hand, and tried to stand steady enough to step to the side—in reality, he shifted most of his body weight onto Ying Qi.

Ying Qi didn't dare move him, forced to half-support, half-carry him a few steps, hesitating whether to simply pick Ying Huai up outright.

Fortunately, after a few seconds, Ying Huai slowly stopped on his own.

Ying Qi let out a silent breath of relief: 'What is it? Still feeling unwell?'

Ying Huai's pulse was beating a little rapidly, but still regular—probably some palpitations, not signs of a heart attack.

But the person in his arms had no energy at all, listlessly leaning against him, and after a long moment, nodded somewhat absently.

'Ge, I......don't feel well. Let me sit for a bit.......'

Before he could finish, his body uncontrollably began to slide slowly downward, his waist going soft bit by bit.

Ying Qi was now completely panicked. He quickly half-crouched down and let the person sit on his lap.

'Ying Huai!'

That shout seemed to call Ying Huai's consciousness back a little.

'Mm........'

He sat leaning in Ying Qi's arms, lifted his somewhat unfocused eyes, opened his mouth as if to say something.

But the next second, Ying Qi watched as the person in his arms' eyes went vacant for a moment, and then his neck went limp and his head tilted back.

'Xiao Huai!'

Ying Qi, in a panic, cradled the back of his head.

He watched Ying Huai let out a sigh-like low hum, exhale, and then his body suddenly went limp, his head drooping heavily downward.

Without any warning, he lost consciousness.

·

It wasn't until Ying Huai was delivered to the Hospital that Ying Qi finally received the call from Mu Heguang.

'Xiao Huai fainted once at my place yesterday.'

Mu Heguang's voice carried undisguised anxiety and worry.

'Yesterday, probably during the recording. Mid-session, I heard his voice start to tremble, and I wanted to see what was going on. The moment I looked up, he just closed his eyes and passed out.'

Ying Qi's breath caught. He listened as Mu Heguang continued: 'But he woke up after a bit. He just absolutely refused to go to the Hospital, even wanted to keep recording. He didn't see how pale his own face was—when he was talking to me, he couldn't even sit steady, his body kept trembling.'

Mu Heguang clicked his tongue lightly: 'I didn't give him a choice, just stuffed him straight into the car and drove him home.'

Hearing the slight smugness in Mu Heguang's words, Ying Qi, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, thanked him: 'Thank you, Professor Mu, for taking care of Xiao Huai. Sorry for the trouble.'

'What's there to trouble? When Xiao Huai's sick, I'm even more anxious than he is.' Mu Heguang replied casually.

But the next second, his tone grew heavy again.

'Still, President Ying, you should keep an eye on Xiao Huai's condition.'

'He's been practically living in the recording studio these past few days, hasn't gone home to rest. Every time I ask him, he says he's fine. When I try to probe, he always dodges and deflects.'

Mu Heguang sighed heavily: 'I heard he went back to the Hospital yesterday?'

Ying Qi was silent for a few seconds, then answered softly: 'Yes. The doctor said it was caused by an irregular schedule and overexertion.'

Mu Heguang couldn't help sighing again: 'Stubborn as a mule.'

He hesitated, then finally spoke softly: 'About that thing—since Xiao Huai doesn't want to talk about it........just let it go. He's sensitive and sentimental, likes to keep everything bottled up. Let him take it slow for now, keep him company. The main thing is to get his body healed first.'

Ying Qi nodded: 'I know.'

'Don't worry, Teacher Mu. I'll take good care of Xiao Huai.'

·

Later, Ying Qi really didn't ask anything.

After Ying Huai was discharged, he simply took him straight to his own home and forced him to stay for several months.

Ying Huai tried to resist at first, but Ying Qi was unusually firm and lectured him a few times, so Ying Huai obediently didn't dare cause any more trouble.

—Mainly because Mu Heguang and his brother had reached an agreement and directly revoked his access to the recording studio.

Ying Huai had no choice but to obediently recuperate at home.

Later, as his body gradually recovered, neither he nor Ying Qi brought up that matter again.

Only now, so much later, did Ying Qi tentatively and carefully ask the question he'd wanted to ask back then.

·

'Are you really okay, Xiao Huai?'

Ying Qi looked at the person before him, head bowed and leaning against the bed, and spoke softly.

'If you don't want to see him again, da-ge can go talk to him for you........'

Ying Huai came back to himself and shook his head slightly.

'No need, da-ge.'

'I'm really fine. I was just a bit tired the past couple of days, had a bit of a cough, didn't rest well at night.'

Ying Qi was still not entirely at ease.

'So what do you plan to do after this, Xiao Huai?'

Ying Qi looked at his younger brother, his voice very soft: 'Have you already.........decided to let what happened before pass?'

His voice unconsciously carried a heavy note of worry.

'I respect all your choices, Xiao Huai. I just worry you'll be hurt again........'

Ying Huai's expression froze for a moment.

'.........No.'

He closed his eyes briefly, then spoke softly.

'But don't worry, da-ge. I won't fall back into how I was before.'

He reached up and hooked Ying Qi's finger, giving it a gentle shake.

'I'm not lying to you, da-ge. I haven't deliberately sought him out, but I won't go out of my way to avoid anyone either.' Ying Huai curved his lips slightly.

'This auction is only three days. Just consider it me letting myself go a little for these three days, okay?'

Ying Qi froze for a moment, then belatedly realized that Ying Huai might not have come to this auction because of Liang Shining.

—He had wanted to find a chance to relax, but had unexpectedly run into Liang Shining, this 'surprise.'

And just as Ying Huai had said, he wouldn't deliberately seek out Liang Shining, but he also wouldn't refuse Liang Shining's active approach.

Ying Qi gradually understood something in his heart and slowly fell silent.

Looking at Ying Huai's still bloodless cheeks, he reached out and gently rubbed between his brows.

'Enough, stop frowning. Do whatever you want to do.'

Ying Qi's voice returned to its usual gentleness.

'Contact da-ge if anything comes up. Da-ge will be with you these two days.'

Ying Huai knew that Ying Qi had tacitly approved his decision.

He silently let out a breath of relief, and at almost the same moment, a heavy wave of weariness swept over him.

Ying Qi seemed to see the tiredness in Ying Huai's eyes. He curled his lips helplessly, helped the person lie down, and carefully tucked the blanket in for him.

'Rest well, Xiao Huai.'

Ying Qi gently pinched the fingertips Ying Huai had exposed, and carefully pulled the blanket up.

'Good night. See you tomorrow.'

Ying Huai, with half-closed eyes, silently mouthed 'good night,' and almost instantly fell into a deep, dark dream.

·

Ying Qi gently pushed open the door.

Liang Shining, who had been waiting outside the door, turned around instantly, looking at Ying Qi with some nervousness. He wanted to say something, but after a few seconds, he only stood silently in place.

It was already time to sleep, and only half the corridor lights were on. Half of Ying Qi's body stood in shadow, his expression unclear.

His gaze seemed to fall on Liang Shining. After a moment, he spoke softly: 'Xiao Huai is already asleep.'

Liang Shining silently let out a breath of relief.

He spoke first: 'Alright, I'll find an empty room in a bit........'

Ying Qi did not refute his words.

Soothing Ying Huai's emotions was one thing; protecting Ying Huai was another.

—He could not really feel at ease entrusting Ying Huai to the person before him like this.

But Liang Shining's proactive statement just now did cause Ying Qi's expression to relax somewhat.

Ying Qi stared at Liang Shining for a few seconds, then nodded slightly: 'Mm, I'll take care of Xiao Huai tonight. Mr. Liang can go to my room.'

He raised his head, his voice a bit slower than before: 'Mr. Liang has worked hard these past two days.'

Liang Shining was clear about Ying Qi's protective feelings toward Ying Huai, and was not at all surprised by Ying Qi's rejection and wariness toward him.

He nodded slightly, turned around and was about to leave, but the next second heard Ying Qi speak again.

'Mr. Liang's attitude toward Xiao Huai........doesn't seem like someone who would have done something to hurt him before.'

Liang Shining's movements stiffened.

He slowly turned his head back, looking at Ying Qi standing one step from the door, and spoke softly.

'Could Mr. Liang explain the specific reasons to me?'

Liang Shining silently opened his mouth.

Ying Qi waited patiently for a while. Seeing that Liang Shining didn't speak, he didn't mind, and only smiled gently.

'That's true too. There's no need for Mr. Liang to tell such things to a stranger like me.'

His voice suddenly deepened a few degrees: 'But Xiao Huai is not a stranger.'

Liang Shining instinctively raised his head.

'Although I don't want to tell you, you should be able to feel that Xiao Huai still.......cares about you quite a lot.' Ying Qi spoke in a low voice.

'I suspect there's probably some misunderstanding between you two. If you want to explain everything from before clearly........I hope Mr. Liang will consider it, and not miss this opportunity.'

Ying Qi's voice was calm, but Liang Shining raised his head with some disbelief.

The corridor lights flickered slightly. Liang Shining still couldn't see Ying Qi's expression clearly, but could see his eyes, as gentle as ever.

'Why would you.......' he couldn't help but speak.

—He had always thought that Ying Qi should be absolutely opposed to him getting close to Ying Huai.

'I really don't want you to get close to Xiao Huai. If I could, I would take him away from here tonight, away from you.' Ying Qi spoke softly.

He was worried that Ying Huai would be hurt again.

But he was even more worried that his own unthinking protection and obstruction would cause Ying Huai more pain.

Ying Qi took a light breath and pressed his hand on the door handle.

'I'm not sure which is better for Xiao Huai, so I've decided to leave it to you two......to choose.'

If Liang Shining was truly willing to have a proper talk with Ying Huai, Ying Qi believed it would be much better than the two of them continuing in this subtle stalemate.

'I hope you won't let.......Xiao Huai be hurt again.'

The room's door was gently closed by Ying Qi. Liang Shining stood in place somewhat stunned, not moving at all for a long while.

·

When Ying Huai woke up the next day, he didn't see his big brother.

Ying Huai propped himself up to get out of bed, when suddenly his heart gave a heavy thump. His breath hitched, and he instinctively frowned, pressing his chest.

Liang Shining, who had been sitting at the foot of the bed, noticed his movement, came to his senses instantly, and walked over quickly.

'What's wrong? Where does it hurt?'

As he spoke, he skillfully took the Medicine Bottle from the bedside table, poured out two pills, and brought them to Ying Huai's lips.

'It's nothing. I probably just got up too fast, a bit of premature heartbeat.'

Ying Huai shook his head, glanced somewhat surprised at the person in front of him whose movements were so practiced, but still opened his mouth and took the medicine.

The feeling just now was still somewhat different from the usual palpitations upon waking. Ying Huai felt inexplicably panicked in his heart, but facing Liang Shining, he could only forcibly suppress his unease.

Liang Shining, not knowing what he was thinking, silently supported him after feeding him the medicine, and didn't say anything more.

Ying Huai wasn't sure what his big brother had said to him last night. He wanted to ask, but the palpitations from earlier hadn't passed yet, and the fine, dense pain made him unable to speak for the moment.

After easing for a long while, he finally felt the medicine gradually taking effect.

'Feeling better? I'll go down with you for breakfast.'

Seeing him exhale, Liang Shining tilted his head slightly.

Ying Huai looked at him, whose expression had returned to cold indifference, silently opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

·

In the restaurant.

'Did you come to this auction for something you wanted to buy?' Liang Shining asked casually halfway through the meal.

Ying Huai was currently lowering his eyes, struggling with the oatmeal in front of him.

His mind was full of Liang Shining's change in attitude toward him just now, and for a moment he didn't notice Liang Shining's somewhat strange expression.

'Mm, I quite like the last item. I'll try bidding on it in a bit.' Ying Huai replied casually.

The last item was a natural red jade rough stone of very fine quality.

Liang Shining nodded thoughtfully, saying nothing.

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat subtle all morning. After finally waiting for the auction to start in the afternoon, both Ying Huai and Liang Shining let out a breath of relief at the same time.

Liang Shining went to the restroom before it started, and when he came back, his expression was inexplicably a bit more tense.

'What's wrong?' Ying Huai, pressing his chest, looked up at him.

Liang Shining shook his head slightly, glancing at his gesture: 'Nothing.......is your heart uncomfortable?'

Ying Huai pressed his chest, took a deep breath: 'It's nothing. A bit of chest tightness, probably because there are too many people here.'

Liang Shining looked at him with some concern, but seeing that Ying Huai had already taken out his medicine, he didn't say anything more.

He took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly leaned close to Ying Huai: 'After the auction ends.......wait for me at the door for a moment. I have something to say to you.'

Ying Huai was pressing his chest inconspicuously.

He was slightly stunned hearing Liang Shining's words, turned his head somewhat surprised, but saw that Liang Shining had already turned his face away again.

·

The auction proceeded quickly, and before long it was the last item.

What surprised Ying Huai somewhat was that there were more people interested in this item than he had anticipated.

Ying Huai raised his paddle several times, but was outbid each time.

He had originally wanted to continue, but the dull pain in his chest that had been lingering since morning suddenly intensified. Ying Huai took his medicine, but there was no sign of improvement.

Ying Huai didn't want Liang Shining to notice anything wrong. He had originally planned to wait until the auction ended to speak, but now even his left arm was aching and somewhat numb.

After his price was once again surpassed, he finally couldn't help but prop himself up against the side and stand.

'Forget it, I give up........'

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Liang Shining, who had been silently sitting beside him, raise his paddle and directly double the price.

Ying Huai was stunned.

—He hadn't expected that Liang Shining would also like this red jade rough stone so much.

The people around were clearly somewhat surprised, and after a burst of whispering, those still bidding instantly dwindled to less than half.

But Liang Shining's gaze fell on Ying Huai first: 'What's wrong? Are you going out?'

Ying Huai came back to himself and nodded: 'Mm, I'm not going to bid anyway. It's a bit stuffy here. I'll go out for some air first.'

He swallowed the words he had originally prepared to ask Liang Shining to help him out. Seeing Liang Shining also preparing to stand up, he reached out first and pressed him back down.

'It's fine. Focus on your bidding. I'll wait for you at the door, I'm not going far.'

Ying Huai took a deep breath, barely suppressing the stabbing pain in his chest, and smiled at Liang Shining.

The auction lighting was dim. Liang Shining didn't notice Ying Huai's somewhat purple lips, and Ying Huai didn't realize his body was trembling uncontrollably.

A hint of hesitation appeared in Liang Shining's expression, and just then another person raised the price.

Ying Huai smiled and pushed Liang Shining back around: 'Stop looking at me. Someone's about to outbid you.'

Liang Shining instinctively raised his paddle, then hurriedly turned to look at Ying Huai: 'Then you must wait for me at the door. I'll come find you as soon as I finish here.'

Ying Huai didn't say anything more, just smiled and waved at him, turned around and walked slowly outward.

He forced himself to act as if nothing was wrong as he walked to the door, not realizing his breathing was almost impossible to conceal.

Ying Huai only had time to take out his phone and send a message to Ying Qi. He had originally wanted to find a place to sit and rest for a while, but as soon as he straightened up slightly, he felt a sharp, intense pain in his heart.

A flash of unbearable pain crossed Ying Huai's expression. His vision suddenly went black, and pressing his chest, he fell forward stiffly.

·

When he woke again, it was three days later in a Hospital ward.

Ying Qi had hidden the news of his illness. Ying Huai hadn't been able to wait for Liang Shining at the door, and Liang Shining had never contacted him again.

Their relationship had fallen back to the starting point.

·

'So that time at the auction in your previous life, you didn't not want to see me?' Liang Shining lowered his eyes to look at the person lying in his arms.

'Of course not.'

Ying Huai glanced up at him, speaking somewhat dejectedly: 'I suddenly fell ill back then. My brother was scared to death, urgently sent me to the Hospital, and worried that people would find out about my condition, so he quickly blocked the news. That's why the.......accident happened.'

Liang Shining silently opened his mouth: 'I thought.........'

—He had thought it was Ying Huai doing it on purpose, unwilling to have any more involvement with him.

He had been disheartened at the time, and afterwards never contacted Ying Huai again.

Ying Huai realized something, glanced at him thoughtfully: 'So you wanted to explain those things from before to me at that time?'

Liang Shining nodded somewhat hesitantly:

'Mm, explain to you, and then give you that item.......'

Ying Huai was stunned.

He propped himself up somewhat surprised from Liang Shining's arms: 'You paid such a high price for it back then because you wanted to give it to me?'

He turned his head somewhat surprised, a few more traces of interest in his eyes: 'Why did you never tell me? Where is that thing now?'

Liang Shining looked at the eager person before him, curling his lips helplessly.

He suddenly leaned down and gently placed a kiss on Ying Huai's earlobe and the ends of his hair.

'That thing.......I've already given it to you long ago.'

Ying Huai instinctively raised his hand and touched the Hongyu Jewel Pendant at the ends of his hair.

A few more traces of surprise appeared in his expression: 'You made this pendant yourself?'

Liang Shining nodded slightly.

Outside, it was already completely dark. Liang Shining turned off the bedside lamp and slowly lay down with the person in his arms.

He tilted his head and kissed the corner of Ying Huai's eye again: 'Do you like it?'

The person in his arms nodded, as expected.

Liang Shining curled his lips slightly.

He helped the person slowly lie down on the bed, propped his hands on either side of his neck, and gradually leaned down.

The next second, he saw the person before him think of something again and suddenly raise his head.

'Right, you met my brother so long ago, why didn't you recognize him the first time after the rebirth?' Ying Huai avoided Liang Shining's movement, asking curiously.

Liang Shining paused, lowering his eyes somewhat helplessly.

'I only met your brother that one time, and at the time I was........too nervous, didn't look carefully at all. Then so many years passed, and when we met again my mind was full of your physical condition, so I didn't react for a moment.'

Ying Huai thoughtfully said 'oh,' didn't say anything more, and lowered his eyes again to play with the Hongyu Jewel Pendant at the ends of his hair.

Liang Shining closed his eyes, tilted his head, and gently kissed his neck.

The next second, he saw Ying Huai seem to remember something again, suddenly turn sideways and push the person before him away.

'Right, so did you already like me back then? If I had really forgiven you that time, would you have confessed.......mmph!'

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the person before him lower his head, unable to bear it any longer, and directly use his lips to block the rest of his words in his mouth.

.........Ying Huai never knew until the end whether Liang Shining actually liked him back then.

Most likely because that night, his confused and fragmented thoughts couldn't remember to ask Liang Shining about this.

But Ying Huai vaguely remembered that he had, crying, said 'like' many times........, as well as many things Liang Shining hadn't known before.

Until the next morning, when a voice from Ying Huai finally came from the bedroom, broken but clear.

'Liang Shining, are you a dog or what! Mmph—you Old Man, let go of me!'

The fat Bouquet and Panda Cat lying outside the room, hearing the familiar sounds, casually turned over as usual, contented purring sounds coming from their throats.

The years are long, and time flows as before.