Qi Si thought he had long since forgotten all these things.
There were too many memories in his mind—so many that sometimes even he did not know which were real and which were false.
"Do you think I've gone crazy?" Seeing that Bo Yanqi remained silent, Qi Si could not help asking uneasily.
Bo Yanqi held Qi Si tighter and raised a hand to gently press it against the back of his head, rubbing it twice as though soothing a child.
"No, I just think..."
"Hm?" Bo Yanqi suddenly stopped halfway through, and Qi Si looked up at him in confusion.
Bo Yanqi lowered his eyes to Qi Si, his gaze gentle and full of heartache. "I just think, how can my little one be so pitiful? You were nearly bullied into tears. How can you be so pitiful, hmm?"
Qi Si stared blankly at Bo Yanqi, unable to process it for a moment.
"What's gotten into you...?"
"What's gotten into me?" Bo Yanqi raised a brow.
"You suddenly said something like that. It feels weird." Qi Si wrinkled his nose and buried his head back against Bo Yanqi's chest. "And how am I pitiful?"
"You were nearly crying. Isn't that pitiful?" Bo Yanqi kissed Qi Si's hair. "Wasn't my little one complaining to his uncle?"
Qi Si deliberately tightened his arms around Bo Yanqi's waist. "Be serious! Strictly speaking, if you count my memories from my past life, I'm older than you!"
Bo Yanqi paused. "Your past life... How did you come to this world?"
Bo Yanqi had originally wanted to ask how Qi Si had died in his past life, but the question caught in his throat the instant it was about to leave his mouth.
He realized that he could not calmly say the word "died" to