In Bo Xiyun's heart, he actually knew that his senior wasn't concerned about such small details, but he still decided to answer the question:
"It's Senior Feng."
He answered correctly, and Bo Xiyun didn't hear any further questions from the other side.
However, the joints that were held in the boy's palm suddenly moved. The pale and slender bones separated one by one, and the warmer, harder fingers slipped in, grazing the tender skin at the sides of the fingers and touching the root of the fingers.
Their ten fingers intertwined.
Whether it was the slight itchiness from the soft skin rubbing against his fingers or something else, Bo Xiyun's eyes glowed with a clear and moist curvature, instantly improving the mood of anyone who saw it.
Yi Zhongshen turned his head to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
In the eyes of other classmates, Yi Zhongshen seemed reserved and quiet. But with Bo Xiyun, whether it was a response or a question, Yi Zhongshen never hesitated with his words.
Bo Xiyun's eyes were still filled with a watery gleam, and he shook his head. "Nothing."
He just felt that the person in front of him was like a wild beast, sleek and smooth, ready to be touched.
(Tn: you touch it, then the attack is inevitable)
Walking together in the direction of the dormitory building, Bo Xiyun found himself wanting to run his fingers through the "fur."
As for the address he used just now, as Bo Xiyun had thought, Yi Zhongshen didn't actually pay much attention to it.
In the six months since Bo Xiyun arrived at T University, he had spent quite a long time on campus. Even though he hadn't officially started his classes and didn't interact much with his fellow students in the same college, he had still managed to meet several seniors here and there. While it was inevitable to address people with various titles, it wasn't that difficult to distinguish between them.
For unfamiliar seniors, he would use their last name as a respectful address. For those he was closer to, he would call them by their first names or use "x-jie" (older sister) or "x-ge" (older brother).
Just like Yu Zhongshen introduced Bo Xiyun to his classmates, Bo Xiyun would also often talk about Yi Zhongshen with his new friends. The numerous times he referred to "senior" (xuézhǎng) or "senior" in conversation, his friends never confused who he was talking about. They always knew that he was referring to one particular person who was always by Bo Xiyun's side.
Therefore, even though he had entered a new academic institution with many seniors around, he didn't intentionally change how he addressed them. Even with the most common form of address.
Yi Zhongshen managed to leave his unique mark on him.
*
On the third morning after the new students arrived, T University held its opening ceremony. The comprehensive sports hall was filled with new students from all departments, and the grand venue was packed to capacity.
And there was Yi Zhongshen, a sophomore who wasn't a new student, entering the venue as well. It wasn't unusual for the Student Union to be involved in organizing the welcoming ceremony every year, so it wasn't surprising that Yi Zhongshen was there.
He found a spot in the inner area closest to the stage, and his position was directly facing the center of the stage.
The ceremony officially began at nine in the morning, with a straightforward sequence of speeches from several university leaders. As the Academic Affairs Officer of the Student Union, Lu Qian had just finished applauding for the university president when he noticed a DSLR camera suddenly appear next to him. He couldn't help but look puzzled.
He glanced over at the boom camera operated by the university's television station not far away and lowered his voice to ask, "Isn't there already a camera?"
However, Yi Zhongshen, seated beside him, showed no signs of changing his mind. He even extended his hand and carefully adjusted the angle of the camera lens.
With his deep voice, he said, "For memories."
Lu Qian was left with a question mark hovering over his head.
What was there to capture as a memory?
The initial part of the opening ceremony was all about speeches, and even the large screen against the wall displayed only static images.
Could he be recording something for the speakers who were about to give their speeches?
Lu Qian glanced again and caught sight of Yi Zhongshen not only taking out a camera but also setting up a handheld stabilizer. His demeanor was especially solemn.
Lu Qian couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for Yi Zhongshen's dedication. Look at how seriously he was taking this. Treating the speeches with such importance.
But before long, Lu Qian realized his own ridiculous mistake. Yi Zhongshen wasn't recording the speech of the university president or the dean. He was recording the speech of the freshman representative.
The boom camera on the side followed the freshman representative as he ascended the stage. The large screen in the venue projected the handsome face of the freshman representative. Against the backdrop of the purple background, the youth appeared even whiter, almost dazzling, capturing everyone's attention.
The youth parted his lips, his voice melodious and clear.
"Respected teachers and fellow students, good morning. I am a new student from the Department of Physics, Bo Xiyun."
In this slightly formal setting, the young man didn't read from a script with a stiff face. Instead, his gaze briefly paused somewhere, and then his beautiful eyebrows and eyes lit up with a faint spark. Like ripples on a lake, his porcelain-like complexion became even more vibrant, bringing a touch of liveliness.
His expression and tone naturally relaxed the listeners, and it had an unconscious effect of calming their minds, dispelling the remaining heat of September without a sound.
Sitting below on the stage, Yi Zhongshen had chosen a position where he could see the stage directly. The camera he was quietly recording with had been set up with the right parameters, and he didn't need to pay it any more attention. His gaze was fixed on the speaker.
He captured the moment in the camera and in his own eyes.
The young man on the stage was dressed in a shirt as white as snow, with a delicate lavender tie bearing the T University logo around his slender neck.
His tall and upright figure seemed to overlap with a certain day from years ago—
On that day, there was also a speech on the school stage.
However, this time there were three student representatives speaking. Yi Zhongshen was the representative for the seniors, Bo Xiyun was the representative for the juniors.
Both of them had achieved the highest score in their respective grades in the past six months.
The principal was still giving a speech on stage, while the three student representatives waited backstage.
Yi Zhongshen wore wireless in-ear headphones, and the casual English song playing didn't fully mask the background noise. He could even hear Bo Xiyun nervously practicing his speech in a low voice.
On the other hand, the junior representative was completely calm.
Yi Zhongshen casually turned his head to glance.
He saw the slim figure of the young man standing next to him. His lips were slightly pale, but his ears were tinted with a faint shade of red.
In the slightly dim backstage, that touch of pale red seemed to be swallowed by the dark shadows, yet it didn't lose its eye-catching charm.
Later, Yi Zhongshen learned that on that day, the junior representative had a high fever. However, he didn't tell anyone and didn't let it interfere with the day's schedule.
The young man went on stage and delivered his speech as usual. He stood through the entire event that lasted for hours, receiving praise from his classmates and excited commendations from the teachers.
Despite his seemingly fragile and delicate appearance, he appeared as someone who couldn't withstand the trials of life.
Yet, he was simultaneously incredibly strong and resilient, unshakable even in the face of adversity.
The only flaw that showed in the young man that day was when he stepped down from the stage after his speech.
As he descended the tall staircase, his figure suddenly swayed and he missed a step.
Just at that moment, Yi Zhongshen, who was about to go on stage, extended his hand to help.
The thin school uniform couldn't conceal the young man's body heat, and he landed in the arms of another with a scorching temperature.
And an indescribable softness.
The young man quickly regained his composure, softly uttered a word.
"Thank you."
That soft whisper drifted gently.
Like a snow-white bird over a calm sea.
Soft, flowing clouds brushed the frozen snowy plains.
From that day on, Yi Zhongshen remembered this name.
Bo Xiyun.
The pale lips of the young man during the speech left an impression in Yi Zhongshen's heart. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to see what would come next.
He wanted to see Bo Xiyun healthy and stable, standing proudly on the prominent platform.
Later, Yi Zhongshen learned the reason.
And after what seemed like an endless wait but was, in reality, so short, Yi Zhongshen finally witnessed this day.
The sunlight was clear, and the young man on the podium was dazzling.
In front of the entire audience, the astonishingly talented new representative finished his speech.
Amidst the continuous applause that echoed through the venue, he looked towards the front.
The young man's lips curved slightly, his eyes filled with joy.
*
As the end of the semester approached, Bo Xiyun celebrated his birthday.
Even though Bo Xiyun himself didn't usually attach much importance to ceremonies, he took his birthday very seriously. He had been preparing for it for almost half a year.
Not only because it was Bo Xiyun's first birthday back home.
More importantly, this was the day he would come of age.
Just for this birthday celebration, the people around him had come up with dozens of plans, even considering renting out the circular movie theater in City B or the amusement park in City S.
However, Bo Xiyun turned down these plans several times and they were eventually abandoned.
Although there was no grand exclusive reservation, this coming-of-age birthday party was still planned to be quite extravagant.
Given Gu's social status, this kind of event was a great opportunity for networking. Surprisingly, the invitation list didn't include any irrelevant adults or business partners.
The attendees were all Bo Xiyun's own friends and classmates.
The party was scheduled for the afternoon of Bo Xiyun's birthday. The night before the celebration, the Gu family gathered in the recuperation building of the hospital to visit Grandma Gu. Ms. Song and Mrs. Gu were checking the schedule and checklist for the next day.
Grandma Gu's condition had improved a lot compared to the previous year. She had been discharged six months ago, and even the doctors were surprised by her remarkable recovery.
Grandpa Gu, on the other hand, seemed indifferent, as if he had expected this outcome: "A good mood leads to good health."
However, with the weather turning colder, it was increasingly challenging for the elderly. Therefore, after some discussion among the family, they decided to have Grandma Gu stay at the recuperation building for the time being.
Mrs. Wei went through the details, mainly reading them aloud for Grandma Gu.
Tomorrow is Little Baobei's birthday. The family will have lunch first, and in the afternoon during the birthday party, the adults won't all be present to allow the children to have fun freely.
Although Grandma Gu wouldn't be attending, she insisted on listening to the plans. After hearing everything, she finally felt relieved.
She was quite satisfied with the arrangements for tomorrow's party and felt that her good grandson would enjoy it.
Ms. Song commented, "Then all the effort wasn't in vain."
She continued with a sigh, "Speaking of effort, Zhongshen must have been through a lot of trouble this time."
Although this was Bo Xiyun's birthday party, they hadn't bothered him much. Firstly, it was because Bo Xiyun had been busy with projects under the guidance of the academic advisor until the day before yesterday.
Secondly, this was meant to be a day for Bo Xiyun to relax, and the family didn't want him to worry about anything. They also wanted to surprise him.
However, given that Bo Xiyun hadn't been very involved, it was difficult to fathom whether he would like it or not.
In the end, Yi Zhongshen had been a great help.
That's why Ms. Song made that comment.
Mrs. Gu added, "Yes, Zhongshen is really attentive when it comes to Yunyun's birthday."
As they were talking, Bo Xiyun, who had just gone to fetch some medicine, walked in.
Hearing the praises for Yi Zhongshen, the young man couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
Bo Xiyun had actually been hesitating for a long time about whether or not to tell his family about his relationship with his senior.
However, he felt that he should be honest with them.
Tomorrow was the birthday party, and many friends would be coming. Bo Xiyun thought that instead of accidentally letting it slip in front of his friends, he should tell his family himself.
His family members weren't rigid or conservative people; he believed they wouldn't oppose them due to their same-sex relationship.
But bringing up this matter was truly difficult. While he was contemplating, Grandpa Gu spoke up.
"Little Baobei, come here."
Grandpa Gu could see the young man's inner struggle and hesitation. He raised his hand and called him over.
"What's the matter?"
Bo Xiyun walked over, still somewhat hesitant.
Should he... say it privately?
The main issue was that there were quite a few people in the room right now. Apart from Gu Jianping and Gu Zheng, who were both too busy to come back, everyone else was present.
With so many people watching, Bo Xiyun couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
He simply started, "It's just... me and my senior..."
Unexpectedly, before Bo Xiyun could finish his sentence, Grandpa Gu continued, "Are you trying to tell us about your relationship with your senior?"
Bo Xiyun was taken aback, "...?!"
Though he had long been aware of his grandfather's acute observational skills, he didn't expect them to be this remarkable.
The other adults also looked over.
But their expressions showed no surprise. Ms. Song even asked, "Have the two of you encountered any problems?"
"No, we haven't," Bo Xiyun snapped back to reality and shook his head, "It's just that I didn't expect..."
Mrs. Gu added, "Little Bo, were you worried that we wouldn't approve?"
Bo Xiyun hit the nail on the head and hesitated before nodding.
"Yes."
Ms. Song reassured him, "How could that be?"
Even Grandma Gu, who had recently finished her nebulization treatment and still had a bitter taste in her mouth, spoke up.
"As long as our good grandson is happy, that's all that matters."
"Young people should be bold in discussing their relationships," Mrs. Gu added.
Grandpa Gu stirred the medicine in his bowl with a silver spoon and said lightly, "When your mother wanted to be with her junior back then, we didn't stop her either."
Bo Xiyun found himself speechless.
What silently overflowed from his chest was a warm feeling.
Over the passing years, the young man had finally learned to believe.
This was his shelter.
This was the harbor where he could always anchor.
Amidst this warm scene, there was a stark contrast with Gu Sheng, who had just caught the tail end of the conversation upon entering.
"Ah?"
Gu Sheng seemed even more stunned than Bo Xiyun.
"You all knew too, Mom?"
He had thought this was a huge secret that he had to keep for his younger brother.
Ms. Song smiled gently at her son, "If you hadn't been so sure when Little Bo first returned, saying they were just friends, we might have found out even earlier."
Gu Sheng: "..."
Gu Sheng: "??!"
Wasn't that way too early?!
While Gu Sheng was still in disbelief, Grandpa Gu separately called Bo Xiyun over.
They went to the adjacent resting room. Bo Xiyun pulled out a chair, but Grandpa Gu didn't sit down. He stood by the window.
The elderly man gazed out of the window for a while. Backlit by the light, his figure was like a silent mountain.
After a while, he spoke, "Little Baobei, there's something I need to tell you, and it might make you very sad."
Bo Xiyun was somewhat surprised, "What is it?"
It was rare for him to hear his grandfather's tone like this. Grandpa Gu was always smiling, and he radiated an unmatched sense of security.
But now, for the first time in front of him, the old man revealed such a complex expression.
"I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long."
Bo Xiyun could also sense the deep sense of regret in his grandfather's words.
Grandpa Gu turned to face him, looking into his eyes, and said slowly, "Next week, would you be willing to go and meet your mother?"
Meet his mother?
Bo Xiyun was taken aback, "You mean, to visit her grave..."
But halfway through his sentence, he realized something was wrong.
He finally understood the complex tone of his grandfather, "You mean, my mother...?"
As he spoke, Bo Xiyun couldn't believe his own words, "Is she still alive?"
Grandpa Gu looked at him and nodded slowly.
His nod was as steady and grounded as the strongest anchor, pulling the swaying Bo Xiyun, who felt like a kite, back to the ground.
"I'm sorry."
Grandpa Gu repeated his words.
The long-concealed history, a secret hidden for many years, was finally laid out before Bo Xiyun in the old man's slow narrative.
"When the incident happened all those years ago, your mother was seriously injured. They had issued a death order on the other side. In the absence of any other options, they were determined to silence her. Killing her would delay their progress by at least five years."
"To protect her, we fabricated her death — it wasn't actually that difficult since she had already come close to death a few times. After her injuries finally healed, we strongly opposed her going back to the desert. We couldn't bear the danger any longer."
But the answer was obvious.
Bo Xiyun also guessed, "She still went back... is that right?"
Grandpa Gu nodded, his gaze shifting back to the window.
"She told us, 'I have already lost my husband and child. I can't lose my purpose as well.' She also insisted that if she couldn't return to the desert to continue the project, then the plan to assassinate her on the other side would essentially succeed as well."
"In the end, we couldn't stop her and had to let her go back to the desert."
Bo Xiyun fell silent.
Suddenly, he recalled what his grandfather had said in the hospital room just a while ago, "When your mother wanted to be with her junior back then, we didn't stop her."
Indeed, Gu Tiansheng hadn't stopped her.
Even when Gu Qingyun had undertaken even riskier actions, their family hadn't been able to prevent her from going through with it.
"She changed her identity and went to even more remote areas. For safety reasons, her contact with the outside world became even more limited. Sometimes, she could only communicate with us from a safe house a few times a year."
Grandpa Gu spoke in a heavy tone.
Bo Xiyun realized that, in a way, they had already lost their daughter.
But in a broader sense, their daughter was forever guarding them.
Guarding the entire country.
"Now, there aren't many people who know she's alive," the old man continued, "Even Xiaosheng doesn't know."
Bo Xiyun thought about it; in his second brother's memories, their aunt had indeed passed away.
"Last year when we brought you back, we contacted her, but all she said was 'Don't mention me to him,' and then communication was cut off."
Grandpa Gu looked at the young man and let out a soft sigh.
"She didn't want you to know the truth, yet she waited all this time."
"So, until this opportunity for her to come out arrived, I'm telling you about this."
Grandpa Gu spoke softly.
"Little Baobei, if you mind, we can wait a little longer."
"She can be out for five days. Although she can't return to City B, she can go to a safe city near the desert. These five days can be scheduled. If you don't want to go now, she can wait until next week, or the week after that..."
"Grandpa," Bo Xiyun gently interrupted him, "I'll go."
Grandpa Gu's expression paused slightly, "Xiao Bo..."
Bo Xiyun continued, "Grandpa, I won't blame anyone."
He himself had hesitated to talk about something today, so he understood his grandfather's feelings.
Moreover...
"For me, this isn't a source of sadness; it's a hundred percent surprise."
Throughout his life, the young man hadn't experienced the love of parents.
So no matter how late it came, it was a gift to him.
"Good boy."
The usually reserved old man finally couldn't hold back any longer, reaching out and embracing the child.
"You've suffered."
*
Meeting with his mother would have to wait until next week at least. Grandpa Gu said they would take care of the arrangements, and for now, he wanted Bo Xiyun to enjoy his birthday with peace of mind.
Bo Xiyun's emotions weren't greatly affected, but because of this news, he realized another matter.
It was about an incident from even earlier, when Bai Gelei had been forced to leave and change his last name, and Bo Xiyun had developed a high fever.
After waking up, Bo Xiyun's memories had become muddled, and he had heard imaginary conversations from Duan Pingkong. ( a person out of the void or thin air)
"Is this enough? Has the recovery process already started?"
"Yes, but he needs to continue on his own later. Our energy isn't sufficient to monitor what happens afterward..."
Initially, Bo Xiyun had speculated that he might have traveled into a parallel world.
However, as time went on, Bo Xiyun gradually denied this idea.
In fact, rather than coming from another world, it seemed more like he had always been in this world, with the aid of external assistance.
The fact of whether his body and memories were his own or not was actually easy to confirm — Bo Xiyun didn't think that if he were an outsider, he could have integrated so well, to the point where his memories of over a decade were so detailed and flawless.
And indeed, Bo Xiyun had received substantial help.
Although Bo Xiyun could remain unaffected by others' attitudes and had no particular admiration for Bai Gelei, he was, after all, a human being composed of flesh and blood.
He was seventeen at the time.
After Bai Gelei had forced him to leave abruptly, it was impossible for Bo Xiyun not to be influenced at all. But it was precisely this external assistance that instantaneously pulled him out of the confusion, infused him with strength as a weary teenager, and gathered his scattered spirit.
So later, Bo Xiyun would come to believe that perhaps an external force had aided him in this world.
Through some form of spiritual energy infusion or similar means, it had enabled him to find stability during the most perilous times.
Perhaps, this is the meaning behind the phrases "he needs to continue on his own" and "recovery" in that emptiness.
And this time, when Grandpa Gu mentioned Gu Qinqyun's situation, Bo Xiyun recalled the term "recovery" and faintly sensed that perhaps this healing process was about to be fulfilled.
Because he hadn't forgotten his initial thought — himself from the parallel world. Although it was just speculation, this subconscious reaction might have been influenced by external energy.
So, the existence of a parallel world might be possible.
For an ordinary person, the concept might still be a fantastical element in literary works. But for Bo Xiyun, who specialized in physics, the idea of a "parallel world" was merely a foundational inference in theories like string theory and quantum decoherence.
He didn't find it difficult to accept this speculation.
In the not-too-distant future, this might even be verified as reality in the field of physics.
And based on this hypothesis, other speculations could be inferred — this also implied that perhaps other versions of himself in parallel worlds were facing crises.
This external force or energy might need to help other versions of himself in different worlds.
However, the current state of technology hadn't progressed enough to fully ascertain the truth, so Bo Xiyun wasn't ready to offer assistance actively.
But even if the external force were to depart, it wouldn't affect him anymore.
His phone vibrated, and as he saw the name displayed on the lit screen, Bo Xiyun smiled.
He wasn't worried.
Because now, he had truly found healing and love.
*
Returning from the hospital, it was already quite late. Normally at this time, Bo Xiyun would be getting ready to rest.
However, today was the night before his birthday, so the young man didn't lie down early.
Not only that, he ventured outside despite the profound darkness of the night.
"Can I sit here?"
The young man asked softly. It was his first time attempting to climb a wall since he could remember, and it was more thrilling than using the main entrance.
...It could also be more dangerous.
However, the idea of danger hardly applied to him at the moment, as he practically had no physical strength. It was Yi Zhongshen who lifted him up effortlessly, carrying him on his shoulder and easily scaling the wall.
Although Bo Xiyun understood that there could be differences in physical strength, he hadn't expected that Yi Zhongshen could lift him onto his shoulder and easily climb the wall.
Was the gap really that vast?
The young man, who still held dreams of building muscles, couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened.
But his attention was quickly drawn to the distant scenery.
"Wow... it's so beautiful."
They were sitting on the highest point of the thick surrounding wall of Gu's courtyard. From their vantage point, they could see the quiet and serene ancient city with its cluster of towers and the protective moat.
In the night's darkness, the moat shimmered with the reflections of moonlight, creating a mosaic of frosty echoes.
Unlike the bustling crowds during the day, the moat at night held a distinct charm.
Yi Zhongshen had originally come to wish Bo Xiyun an early happy birthday and remind him to rest early. After all, there was still a birthday banquet to attend tomorrow.
But the young man wasn't ready to sleep; he wanted to find a place to mark the countdown to his eighteenth birthday.
So they climbed over the courtyard wall to come here and admire the night's colors and moonlight.
Surrounded by silence, the flowing water of the moat, which had endured for centuries, continued to flow quietly.
Yi Zhongshen's phone lit up and played a cheerful countdown sound.
"Five, four—"
"Senior."
Before the countdown on his phone could finish, the young man next to him was already calling him.
Yi Zhongshen looked up and felt a sweet warmth hit his face.
As if a celestial deer under the moon.
And then he was in his embrace.
"A kiss."
A very gentle touch, their lips meeting with a faint sound, tickling their hearts.
"Two—!"
"A kiss."
Another one.
After the next kiss, the young man's voice was noticeably more playful.
"The last kiss of being seventeen, and the first kiss of being eighteen—"
Without finishing his words, the young man caught him by the back of his neck and pressed his lips back onto his.
No longer just a light touch.
Lips and teeth intertwined, sitting together at this height without a railing to lean on, they had only each other's embrace to rely on.
Caught in this net willingly.
Their kisses heated up in the night breeze under the moon.
Listening to the other person's voice, hoarse and soft, picking up the words that were left unfinished.
"Mine."
Eighteen years old.
What has been and what is yet to come.
Before he turned eighteen, Bo Xiyun excelled in his studies, with outstanding academic achievements.
After turning eighteen, he would continue to strive.
To study, to like, and to love.
On this night of adulthood, with Yi Zhongshen by his side, Bo Xiyun wrote their plans into the long and short future.
The road ahead in life is still long, and they have no idea what awaits them.
But as they jumped down from the high wall, Bao Xiyun didn't even feel a moment of weightlessness. He remained securely held in the young man's embrace.
No matter how dangerous the heights are, there will always be someone to climb with him.
Falling together.
So he also learned to believe.
The distant road ahead would have someone to walk with him.
*
Just as he stepped into eighteen years of age, Bo Xiyun still discovered something different.
"Are you planning to sleep here with me... mmm!"
After landing, the young man didn't need to hold onto each other tightly like they did on the wall.
Even so, when they kissed, he rarely left any room for retreat.
As expected, this time Yi Zhongshen didn't kiss him too intensely. He even kissed him lighter than he did on the wall.
And quickly, Yi Zhongshen pulled away.
This left Bo Xiyun with some lingering thoughts, and he unconsciously asked, "It seems... not as intense as the previous kisses?"
They were already back in Bo Xiyun's room, the warm interior quickly relaxing the young man.
His legs dangled at the edge of the bed, and his slender ankles were revealed. He was wearing loose pajama pants, which also exposed his lean and slender legs, the curve of his calves quite eye-catching.
Exquisitely tempting.
Yi Zhongshen remained silent for a while, rarely hesitating as he looked at Bo Xiyun.
"Maybe because before, I only wanted to kiss," Yi Zhongshen replied.
And this response piqued Bo Xiyun's curiosity even more.
Only wanted to kiss before?
"And now?" Bo Xiyun asked.
Yi Zhongshen seemed to have made a decision, and his deep gaze finally shifted from the side to Bo Xiyun's face.
He whispered in a deep voice, "Now, I want you as an adult."
Bo Xiyun didn't immediately understand and asked, "What does being an adult have to do with it?"
Just then, in this room with only the two of them, Bo Xiyun suddenly heard another voice in his mind, similar to the previous times.
"Is it done? Progress seems to be good."
"Here is still in the juvenile stage. It's a bit slow. In the next adult world, progress should be faster, right?"
Because when he was talking to his grandfather, Bo Xiyun had a vague speculation and premonition, realizing that his recovery was almost complete.
So when this unexpected voice appeared in his mind, he wasn't too surprised.
More than anything, he felt somewhat puzzled.
How coincidental.
This conversation with Yi Zhongshen also touched on the topic of adulthood.
What changes come with adulthood?
Bo Xiyun, who had just turned eighteen, didn't have a precise understanding of what "adulthood" entailed. He hadn't yet felt any significant differences. Perhaps he needed guidance from others to truly understand—
Why did they mention faster progress in the next adult world?
Does adulthood mean there will be fewer limitations?
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Tn: !!!!!!!!!! Bro, why??!
50 chapters hit!!!
And... this world is over. The next world is also of the same length- about 50 chapters. then 8 extras and we will be done.
I kinda don't want to part with them...