With Shen Yi causing such destruction, naturally, people were going to be disturbed.
At first, as the older brother, Shen Wenta offered a few worthless, token apologies.
Later, he completely gave up and stopped caring.
"Get lost, so what if we kicked your door?"
"Drop dead."
The bodyguards watched numbly at these three classless members of the Shen family—
Shen Yi kicked doors, Shen Xun watched the show, and Shen Wenta cursed people out. They swaggered around, turning the entire floor into a complete mess.
...
Outside was a chaotic mess, but the soundproofing inside the guest room was excellent.
Song Sijun bit the back of his hand, recalling that glimpse upstairs just now.
—Shen Xun.
The moment their eyes met, he recognized that boy.
But compared to Shen Xun, Song Sijun's attention was drawn to the little girl beside him.
She was wearing a tiered dress and a small top hat, nibbling on a little cake, looking like some unknown family's child.
He couldn't see her face clearly; even her head was completely covered by the little hat.
But Song Sijun still recognized her.
He was too familiar with her.
So much so that Song Sijun's first reaction was to panic and pathetically avoid Shen Xun's gaze, running into the room to escape.
Speaking of which, it had probably been a very, very long time—even many years—since he and Shen Yi had seen each other, right?
Seeing a familiar person after having died once made him realize that the phrases "like a lifetime ago" and "like a dream" were not exaggerations.
For a long time, he would look at anyone with a dazed expression, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity, unable to distinguish between the present and the past.
Song Sijun's current impression of Shen Yi consisted only of those sad yet warm memories from the past.
It was truly strange.
Just seeing her silhouette made him panic enough to flee, his heart beating wildly out of control.
He actually didn't need to run away.
Shen Yi didn't know him.
Of course, she shouldn't know him.
So it didn't matter if he was seen.
Besides, he had grown up now; he was no longer the ignorant little child from his past life who would only hug her and cry when things went wrong.
Song Sijun bit the back of his hand, his curled eyelashes fluttering uneasily, telling himself over and over again that it was okay, that meeting her wouldn't be a big deal.
As long as he controlled his emotions, didn't show any flaws in front of her, and didn't act strange, it would be fine.
If she asked why they looked so alike, he could just say that their resemblance was merely a coincidence.
He just needed to make up a random excuse to fool her.
As long as... as long as he controlled his emotions, it would be fine.
He told himself this, trying to clench his slightly trembling hands, telling himself that it was okay to go find her just like this.
But before Song Sijun could mentally prepare himself to open the door.
The door was suddenly kicked open.
Song Sijun, whose back was facing the door, froze slightly.
...
In the end, Shen Yi didn't know which door this was either.
The eleventh, the twelfth?
She had lost count.
Shen Yi didn't hold much hope. The wall lamp in this room was shining with a dim yellow light; someone was staying here.
What was rare was that the occupant didn't curse at her.
Shen Yi immediately poked her head in to look.
A small figure was sitting by the bed.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Just as Song Sijun could recognize her merely by her silhouette, Shen Yi could also recognize him just by his back.
"...Song Sijun?"
She spoke, her voice soft.
That small body trembled slightly.
Then, he turned around.
Shen Yi saw that face.
A face exactly like her own.
And those amber eyes, exactly like her own.
Looking at her at this moment.
Opened wide.
So wide that they seemed to want to take in Shen Yi entirely.
"I..."
Song Sijun seemed stunned by this sudden scene, gently opening his mouth.
What should he say?
—Hello?
—Do I know you?
But he found that he couldn't say anything at all.
His voice seemed blocked by something, unable to produce a proper syllable.
He just looked at her.
The boy's eyes widened unconsciously, and tears fell without him even realizing it.
He didn't even realize he was crying.
Only his eyes blurred, his face grew wet, and his breathing became rapid and erratic.
Before Shen Yi even had time to step forward, she saw the boy's knees seem to give way as he stumbled over to her.
He cried so pitifully, his whole body trembling, unable to speak a single word.
At this moment.
All the hesitation, wavering, calmness, and composure became nothing but empty words.
The moment he saw her, his knees went weak, and he held onto Shen Yi tightly, crying so, so pitifully.
Parted for years.
Reunited today.
How should I greet you?
With silence.
With tears.
...
