The man’s thoughts lingered on Yan Wang’s last words.
"Don’t do... anything foolish?" He articulated each word slowly, savoring them like a delicious al, unwilling to stop.
After a long while.
The man finally looked seriously at the small Yan Wang.
Although they had identical black pupils, the man’s larger eyes were filled with a snake-like dangerous and cunning greed.
It was desire, within reach.
It was an abyss, a point of no return.
Whatever he was thinking about, he seed to struggle...
In contrast, Yan Wang looked much calr.
The small child’s eyes were as clear as a lake, without a ripple, as if the person in front of him and the situation at hand had nothing to do with him.
In the end, the man admitted defeat.
He gritted his molars, his tone cold: "You’re always talking about the big picture! You don’t understand the pain of losing her! I—"
"A reminder." Yan Wang remained indifferent, "Five years ago, I lost her already."
"It’s different!" The man knitted his eyebrows, "You were just born, you have no mory!"
Yan Wang looked up and curiously asked, "But in your tiline, she also left then, do you have a lot of mory?"
"I—"
The man suddenly stamred, losing focus for a mont behind his glasses.
He laughed bitterly...
After a while, he reluctantly whispered, "I thought you didn’t understand."
Yan Wang chuckled: "If I don’t understand, how could you be right in front of ?"
The question was a bit convoluted, making it confusing for anyone else.
But the tacit understanding between them needed no words.
The man conceded.
Yet, there was still a trace of stubbornness in his eyes.
Half joking, half serious: "For a mont there, I wanted to replace you."
Yan Wang shook his head: "How could she not recognize between five and thirty-five years old."
The man chuckled lightly: "As her son, I’d find a way to convince her."
Yan Wang frowned: "I recall you saying that you and I can’t exist for long in the sa world, so each ti... the longest you can stay is only a day..."
This ant that once one wanted to stay, the other would have to disappear.
"Are you planning to kill ? Or send to the world you’re in?" Yan Wang spoke nonchalantly, "I think, Brother would be happy to take care of ."
"Him? Take care of you?" The man burst into laughter as if hearing a world-class joke, unable to keep a straight face.
"Such a handful?" Yan Wang thought for a mont, "No worries, I can go over to take care of him."
The man’s wound throbbed more painfully...
He was silent for a mont and shook his head.
Yan Wang squinted his eyes slightly: "So, are you planning... to make disappear completely?" He didn’t mind, "If it makes you feel better, I’m more than willing to sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?" The man looked up, glanced inexplicably at the dark sky.
The forr heavily inked clouds had long dispersed, revealing a few twinkling stars.
The light was faint yet piercing to the eyes.
Yan Wang heard the man’s words, carried by the wind, light as if devoid of all strength.
"Have there not been enough sacrifices?"
His voice was filled with repressed pain.
Yan Wang didn’t respond.
Just these five years, before mom officially returned, what kind of days had he been living? Even recalling it felt slightly unbearable.
The person in front of him had gone through it for thirty-five years like that...
It was hard not to feel heartache.
Yan Wang looked up, earnestly: "If you want, you can stay."
The man looked down, eting the small one’s gaze.
After a long ti, he spoke.
"No need."
He paused, then added.
"She will definitely look everywhere for you, I don’t want to make things difficult for her."
Yan Wang hesitated, feeling a bit conflicted.
"The technology for that set of equipnt is already quite refined, no need for further testing." The man raised his hand, looking at the newly burned scar: "Next ti, I will bring him with ."
For so reason, in those casual words, Yan Wang sensed a hint of final farewell.
The man turned, extended his unhard hand and placed it heavily on Yan Wang’s shoulder.
It carried a sense of passing the torch.
His lips trembled.
He seed to want to say sothing, but in the end, he said nothing.
He sighed.
"Take care of yourself."
Yan Wang looked at his injured hand: "Bring so Moon Dust Grass back, it will help with your wound."
"I have special-effect dicine."
Despite his words, his hands didn’t stop.
He reached out and picked a nearby Moon Dust Grass.
The blue petals, blooming exuberantly under the clear wind and moon, carried a robust vitality even when plucked from its stem.
The man laughed: "Bringing it back might irritate that brat."
Having said that, he looked up, gazing deeply at the villa in the distance.
The night grew darker.
Deep in the dark clouds, it seed a teor streaked by again.
Yan Wang stood up.
The hillside was silent.
Except for the Moon Dust Grass that had been taken, it seed as if nothing had happened.
No one had ever been here...
He picked up the small dical box and slowly walked back to his room.
The night grew deeper.
Everyone seed to be in a deep sleep, unaware of the outside commotion.
The next day.
The weather was bright and sunny, a perfect day for an outing.
Yan Yueqing got up early, continuing to discuss work matters with Director Tang in the living room.
Jun Lii was in his room having a video conference.
Yan Wang was in his room doing the howork left by his teacher.
The remaining few little ones were quite idle~ Tang Tang and Jun Yan each grabbed one of Ji Li’s hands, excitedly going to the hill to play.
Tang Tang bead: "I heard Grandpa Mi say that these flowers have a sleep-inducing effect. I picked a whole bunch last night and put them in the rooms of godmother, dad, brother, and Grandpa Mi~ Did you all sleep well?"
Jun Yan stretched lazily: "Very well~ I didn’t even have a single dream~"
Tang Tang looked at Ji Li: "How about you, Brother Li?"
Ji Li nodded.
This was the softest bed he’d ever slept on since birth. Despite not liking Yan Yueqing, he had to admit, she had arranged a very comfortable room for him.
Claiming a bad rest would be unrealistic.
Last night as he lay in bed, he tried to dredge up so resentnt for Yan Yueqing to counter the envy and admiration he felt for the luxurious estate he had seen.
But soon after lying down, he fell asleep...
It was a bit embarrassing.
Tang Tang curiously asked: "Brother Li, what grade are you in primary school?"
"I... I haven’t been to school." The sudden question caused Ji Li to lower his eyelids in self-consciousness.
Canglong Village was extrely poor, although compulsory education had already been widespread, small places like theirs rarely attracted any teachers willing to co.
Families with a bit more ans would send their children to schools in neighboring villages.
However, his family was extraordinarily poor! It was hard enough to survive, let alone attend school?
He was eight years old this year. Many six-year-olds in the village could go to first grade, but he could only follow behind them to learn bits and pieces...
He was very smart, the content other kids repeated daily, he morized after just one round.
The village chief’s grandson had been beaten over a math problem, and as he walked past with foraged wild vegetables, he saw the child crying at the door and couldn’t resist teaching him two problems.
The village chief was grateful, but never ntioned sending him to school.
Ji Li finally understood—whether smart or clever, unless he beca valuable, no one would genuinely want to help him.
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