Of the two young boys, one stood straight and unsmiling, while the other held his head high and beamed.
Neither walked ahead of the other. Shoulder to shoulder, they went onstage to receive their awards.
The scene seemed familiar from a dream, yet also seemed to have appeared in his mind out of nowhere, a memory buried deep within his heart.
But according to the original novel, the Original Host and Fu Sichen had first crossed paths when they mistakenly slept together after being drugged. Before that, they hadn't known each other at all.
Yet now, according to Mom Zhiya, even if they hadn't been childhood sweethearts, they had known each other since they were little.
But why...
Suddenly, a gentle, concerned voice sounded beside his ear.
"Chaochao, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xu Chao looked up into Lin Zhiya's concerned eyes. He was just about to say he was fine when a soft, warm palm pressed against his forehead.
His lips parted slightly, but he forgot to make a sound.
Lin Zhiya felt her youngest son's forehead with her palm, her brows drawing together slightly. "You feel a little warm. Could you have a fever? Go back to your room and rest."
Having grown up in an orphanage, this was the first time Xu Chao had experienced being cared for by a mother. His nose inexplicably stung, and his voice grew hoarse. "I-I'm fine."
"What do you mean, fine? You're wearing so little, and you've been out in the sea breeze on the top deck. You must have caught a chill. Go lie down in your room and take your temperature." Lin Zhiya began fussing over him in concern.
"The wind is chilly at night. Take care of yourself." At that, Xu Ruhan changed the subject. "Now that