Chi Li went to Lu Jiu's office. Lu Jiu looked behind him. "Si Jinyan didn't come with you?" Si Jinyan had practically wanted to cling to Chi Li twenty-four hours a day.
Chi Li said, "Mm."
Surprised, Lu Jiu glanced toward the door twice more before asking Chi Li, "Have you really made up your mind?"
No matter what, he didn't want to wait any longer. This was Chi Li's final answer to Lu Jiu. "You said it was enough for it to survive. As for what happens afterward, that depends on itself."
Lu Jiu was not particularly surprised by this answer. On the contrary, with those words, his worries about Si Jinyan and that child lessened somewhat.
For Chi Li to say such a thing, Lu Jiu already felt that, for it and for Si Jinyan, at least for now, this was the best possible ending.
They had timed it perfectly. Through a series of coincidences, Chi Li had "agreed" to let it stay.
In truth, this was the result of Chi Li's careful consideration.
After recovering his memories, whether painful or happy, Chi Li kept revisiting them again and again.
He remembered Jin's "mark"—during that time, red marks often remained on his still-immature body. Back then, Jin had lied: "I didn't want to mark you. You just slept until you turned red." Only Little Chi Li would have believed that.
Jin had been deeply calculating even as a child. When he wanted something, he would not announce it as openly as other children did. Chi Li, meanwhile, was completely thoughtless in that regard.
If not for Si Jinyan, Chi Li would never have picked through his memories for details bit by bit, only to suddenly realize that, from some point in their childhood onward, Jin's feelings for him