The feeling of being ignored when a playmate you’ve always had fun with goes to play with soone else is bound to be upsetting, whether you’re an adult or a child.
He liked taking care of Jun Wuchen, but he did not like the idea of him taking care of others.
Because he did not want to see Jun Wuchen take care of others the way he did for him.
Even if that person was his own brother.
"How could that be, I like Gu Li the most."
It was this sentence, perhaps sincere or perhaps just soothing, that Gu Li rembered for a lifeti.
Maybe back then Jun Wuchen really liked him the most, but now, Gu Li knew very well in his heart that what mattered the most to him was actually Moyan.
"Gu Li?"
A pleasant yet slightly weary voice arose, pulling Gu Li, who had been lost in the past, back to reality.
Gu Li subconsciously looked up, only to find Jun Wuchen had woken up at so point.
"You’re awake."
Gu Li got up and helped Jun Wuchen, who was trying to sit up, rise.
He propped a pillow behind him so he could lean against the headboard.
"I didn’t sleep."
"Don’t worry, Grandpa Wuchen will be fine, and Moyan will be fine too."
"Hmm."
Gu Li smiled and reached for an apple from the fruit platter on the bedside table, starting to peel it for him with a fruit knife.
"Gu Li, what were you thinking about so intently just now?"
"I was thinking about so things from when I was young." Gu Li looked up at Jun Wuchen, smiled, and continued.
Then he lowered his head and continued to peel the apple for him.
"Things from when you were young?"
"Is it that you only rember things about Moyan from when you were young?
A seemingly casual remark, easy in tone, but through it ran a subtle sourness hard to detect.
Gu Li, who had uttered these words, still hung his gaze low, peeling the apple, though his movents were clearly not as smooth.
He was actually still hoping that Jun Wuchen would answer him like he did when they were young—
How could that be, the things I rember most clearly are, of course, those with you, Gu Li.
But he knew that was no longer possible.
A shadow fell over him, and he felt sothing moving close to his face.
The glasses on his nose were slightly nudged.
Gu Li’s hand, which was peeling the apple, paused, and as he looked up, he saw Jun Wuchen had taken off his gold-frad glasses.
Then he put them directly on his own face, even imitating his gesture of pushing the glasses up his nose.
He smiled at him and asked, "Gu Li, you’re not nearsighted, so why do you like wearing glasses so much?"
He had not answered Gu Li’s previous question.
Gu Li watched Jun Wuchen wear his glasses, smiling and asking him, with an indescribable feeling in his heart and an even deeper look of disappointnt and desolation in his eyes.
Why wear glasses if you’re not nearsighted?
Do you really not know? Do you really not rember?
"Though Gu Li, you look better with glasses than without. Even better than the male protagonist from that TV show I liked as a kid who suited wearing glasses."
Gu Li’s heart sank further upon hearing Jun Wuchen’s words.
You still rember the TV show, and the glasses-wearing male protagonist you liked, but you still don’t know why I’ve always worn glasses.
"Do you still rember that TV show, Gu Li? I used to love watching it when I was little. I was really enamored with the glasses-wearing male protagonist, thinking his IQ was truly high, always able to control everything, see through everything."
"I rember." Of course, he rembered.
How could he not rember?
He rembered everything about him.
Especially when it was sothing he particularly liked at that ti.
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