After the chorus finished, a contented Hao Guoli withdrew his hand from the sea, finally sensing an unusual atmosphere in the stagnant air.

Teacher Hao turned her head blankly and decided to ask Jiang Chi, who was standing next to her.

"What happened?"

With a blank expression, Jiang Chi forced a slight smile: "...It's nothing."

However, the viewers in the live stream who witnessed all of this were laughing hysterically.

[Hahahaha, Dahai instantly retracted Chaochao's love for her brother!]

[The ocean: I won't allow this relationship!]

[Law of Conservation! The smile won't disappear; it will only transfer from Jiang Chi's face to mine.]

I laughed so hard that you could spin 360 degrees and my crowing could be heard for miles around! Hahahaha!

At this time, at the Huo residence.

The live broadcast is playing on the giant screen in the living room.

The cameraman even gave Jiang Chi's dark face a super long close-up. Jiang Chi's cold and charming eyes glanced at the camera, almost as if he wanted to say, "Thank you."

The servants' muffled laughter, which they tried to suppress, echoed from a corner of the hall. Those who couldn't bear it any longer excused themselves to go to the restroom and left the reception area.

Old Master Huo tapped his cane on the ground, shook his head slightly, and chuckled, clearly gloating. He picked up the teacup on the table, slowly skimming the foam off the surface with the lid, and was about to take a small sip—

Suddenly he paused, then lifted the lid of the cup to check.

Hmm... that's right, it's his century-old Pu'er tea.

Grandpa Huo took a sip of tea with peace of mind.

In contrast to the lively and vibrant lobby, the guest rooms, separated by only one wall, were completely silent.

Pei Yushen sat by the window as usual, his expression cold and indifferent, his thoughts unknown.

A light drizzle fell in City B today.

The dim sky cast a somber shadow over the delicate flowers in the garden, and the raindrops clinging to the peony petals were so red they resembled the blood of a cuckoo's cry.

The boy's gaze fell on a green stone lying in bed on the marble steps in front of the glass window.

Perhaps it was because of this childlike little stone that the servants and gardeners tacitly understood that it was left by Miss Chaochao. Therefore, even though people occasionally came and went in the garden outside the window, they would not casually move the little box that was out of place with the style of the villa.

It remained there, visible whenever Pei Yushen lowered his head and glanced at it.

It's a small piece that remains unchanged, yet it demonstrates a strong presence.

The water droplets that kept seeping from the eaves and splashing onto the blue bricks were probably annoying Pei Yushen's eyes. He frowned slightly and impatiently looked away.

But the next second, he stumbled upon the white gardenia bracelet that was still sitting untouched on the corner of the table.

"..."

It can no longer be called white; it turns a withered yellow starting from the petal tip, wrinkled and curled up there, ignored by everyone.

Someone has forgotten that they will come to pick it up in a couple of days.

But after all, they already have a whole garden.

Why would anyone care about a withered, drooping flower that has already been picked?

Pei Yu's deep, dark eyes, like an ancient well, stared at it. After a long while, his long eyelashes drooped, and the icy atmosphere around him grew even heavier.

The nanny, carrying a tray of lunch, knocked and entered. Before she could even set the tray down, she heard the boy's cold, inorganic voice—

"Take it."

The nanny hesitated for a moment, "You...you really won't eat a single bite?"

I didn't eat breakfast today either.

The boy in the wheelchair had his eyelids half-closed, not glancing at the boy at all. His delicate features appeared even more somber under the gloomy sky.

"Well... I'll come back later, in case you get hungry, Young Master Pei."

The nanny compromised, picked up the tray, and turned to leave.

As she closed the door, the nanny glanced at the unpredictable boy and sighed helplessly.

I thought yesterday's willingness to communicate was a good sign, but things got even worse today...

If Miss Chaochao were here, at least there would be someone willing to talk and chat with Young Master Pei...

Meanwhile, the nanny was talking about Chaochao, who was trying to piece together Jiang Chi's shattered heart.

"It's okay, brother. Look..." She bent down and rummaged through the bucket, finally finding the heart-shaped stone. "Look, this is my heart that loves you!"

Surely it won't break or get washed away by the sea.

The little boy opened Jiang Chi's coat pocket, stuffed a heart-shaped stone inside, and comforted his brother with a firm, childlike voice.

"It definitely can't escape now!"

Under Xiao Tuanzi's various coaxing tactics, Jiang Chisheng's dejected expression finally regained some warmth. He sighed as he accepted the heart-shaped stone and heart-patterned conch shell that Chaochao had given him, and even had the cameraman take a close-up shot of the "heart painting" on the beach for a full ten seconds.

That way he can take a screenshot and save it when he gets back.

The system was munching on sunflower seeds while making sarcastic remarks.

Tsk tsk tsk, this is clearly someone who got the benefit but is still acting innocent.

After Director Zou blew his whistle, Chaochao, who had returned with a full load of goods and had also appeased her brother, looked at Director Zou, who was still standing in the guard post, in surprise, "Uncle Zou, you're still here!"

Director Zou: "..."

Didn't you make me stand here in the first place?

Wait... she told him to stand here, how come he actually did it?

The children who had learned to go beachcombing all had a lingering sense of excitement, and the two buckets of their harvest at Chaochao's feet were the most prominent at a glance.

Another thing is that Changchang is exceptionally clean, unlike the other children. Except for the soles of her feet, there is almost no sand on her body. At this moment, Changchang, who is being held by her father, is looking enviously at the marine products in Chaochao's bucket.

Chaochao noticed this and immediately took out two pretty conch shells from the bucket, blew the sand off them, and then handed them to him with sparkling eyes.

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