-He's really grown up...-
-No-
-To be precise, he was never a rebellious rich kid. He's always been like this, from childhood to now-
When he was little, the boy stood below the stage holding his aunt's hand, solemnly promising he'd win first place next year and give her the little bell prize.
Later, he did indeed stand on the award podium and publicly gave that string of bells to his aunt.
Xinyao had never misjudged him. She just didn't fully understand the true thoughts deep in the young man's heart, even though she had lived with him for sixteen years.
For a moment, Xinyao felt she was the most incompetent one.
She thought she knew Yino inside out, but today she felt like she was meeting him for the first time.
Unfamiliar, yet familiar...
"Yino, you're much more impressive than your aunt imagined."
