Volume Two, Chapter 28

"Chenjing, I didn't mean to forget you. I remembered, so don't you forget either, all right?"

The scenes in his memory lifted their head, vaguely revealing a pink, chubby doll face. She always chased after him, calling him older brother, older brother. When that emperor had him summoned to go horse-riding, she cried and shouted as she chased behind him, tumbling and knocking out her front teeth, a mouthful of blood.

"A woman like that is such a bother." That emperor had said so.

"Mm. A bother, but I don't dislike her."

He didn't dislike her, so, was that love? Did he love her? Since she was very, very small? Since she tumbled and knocked out her front teeth, lisping when she spoke? Since she understood the distinction between men and women, stayed secluded in her boudoir, and no longer clung to him? Or since he learned she would sooner or later become his wife?

Childhood Softhearts... At that time, it seemed there really was no Little Eight...

Little Eight, his head felt so heavy, and he was holding on so bitterly, so tired. Allowing him to rest for a while should be fine, right? He wouldn't do things that made Little Eight worry, and he wouldn't change back into that ice-cold Li Chenjing. He just wanted to rest a little bit, to pause the battle inside his head for a moment...

Thud.

The man's heavy, unconscious body collapsed heavily against her. Liu Rongrong hurriedly reached out to catch him, supporting him to lean against the screen. She parted his messy long hair, revealing the eyes he always kept hidden and refused to face her with, his tightly locked brows, his long eyelashes trembling like a butterfly's wings, his lips slightly parted, panting with hot breath, breaking out in cold