Who was it?
Who could it be?
Sheng Nian's eyes flew open. He was drenched in sweat, his sheets and duvet cover soaked through as though a basin of water had been poured over them.
Something was crashing around inside his head, his temples throbbing.
He sat up. That profile...
Yan Feizhuo keenly picked up on the movement in the bedroom and came over from the study next door. Seeing Sheng Nian soaked in sweat, he grew nervous. "Baby!?"
"What's wrong? Do you have a fever again?"
Sheng Nian only stared blankly at Yan Feizhuo as he checked his forehead. That profile...
It was exactly the same as that of the young man in his dream, who had only ever shown him his back.
Sheng Nian's eyes were misty, seemingly with tears. He wiped them with the back of his hand, but tears still fell, landing on the back of Yan Feizhuo's hand.
"What's wrong, baby? Talk to me. Where do you feel unwell?"
After a long while, just as Yan Feizhuo was running out of patience and about to call a doctor, Sheng Nian spoke.
"After I forgot you, was there still anyone by your side, anyone who loved you?"
Yan Feizhuo went rigid. He abruptly looked up at Sheng Nian, his voice unbearably hoarse. "B-baby?"
Sheng Nian's tears flowed fiercely. He did not know why, but from that one word, he could tell that Yan Feizhuo had not been doing well. Not well at all.
"You weren't doing well, were you? You lied to me again. There wasn't anyone with you, no one..."
"You're a big liar, Yan Feizhuo!"
Yan Feizhuo held him very tightly, his voice raspy. "Yes, I'm a big liar."
"You made me break my promises. I promised your mom I'd look after you. I