That evening, Fu Yan fed Xiao Xin her medicine and then crawled into bed.

Xiao Xin looked at the hand that was naturally resting on his waist and slowly spoke in the darkness: "If you regained your memories and suddenly realized that there was someone you really liked in the past, but that person wasn't me, would you regret what you're doing now?"

Fu Yan asked, "Do you know the person I used to like?"

Xiao Xin: "I don't know him."

"Does the person I used to like like me back?"

"I have no idea."

Fu Yan smiled and said, "Brother, you're overthinking it. If I think of someone I used to like a lot in the future, that's all in the past. If that person really liked me, why hasn't he come looking for me after all this time?"

Xiao Xin: "...I don't know."

Fu Yan gave him a comforting kiss on the side of his neck: "Brother, don't think too much. Even if I regain my memories, the person I like the most will still be you. If there is any conflict with the person I liked before, I will handle it well."

Xiao Xin pursed her lips and did not answer.

Fu Yan asked him, "Brother, do you believe me?"

Xiao Xin had met Fu Yan before; he was a person who appeared tough on the outside but was incredibly fragile on the inside…

He didn't know whether he should trust Fu Yan or not. For the first time, he felt this sense of gain and loss, especially regarding Fu Yan.

He found it quite incredible.

The two of them had only known each other for a little over a month.

"Brother, believe me, okay? I love you the most, now and forever. Even if I didn't before, I will love you every single moment of the future..."

Fu Yan whispered in his ear, the heat making Xiao Xin's ears turn red.

Xiao Xin turned slightly to face Fu Yan in the darkness, neither of them able to see the other's face clearly.

"Idiot, the future is so far away, how can you be so sure?" Xiao Xin muttered under his breath.

Fu Yan held his hand and placed it on her heart.

It was warm there, and the pulse was still slightly strong.

Xiao Xin's breathing became rapid: "What's wrong?"

"Can you feel it, bro? It's saying I like you. If one day I don't like you anymore, it'll definitely be because it's stopped dancing."

Fu Yan's confession was sincere, but Xiao Xin felt inexplicably choked up, her nose tingled, and tears streamed down her face.

"Idiot," Xiao Xin muttered under his breath.

Fu Yan heard the sob in his voice and gently stroked Xiao Xin's face: "Why are you crying, brother? Does my liking you make you sad?"

"No..." Xiao Xin denied, "No."

In all his years, no one had ever told him they liked him like that, and no one had ever treated him as well as Fu Yan.

Xiao Xin was just afraid that all of this was nothing but a bubble of his own imagination, which would be ruthlessly shattered one day, leaving him with nothing but wounds, just like the German Shepherd he had raised, which ended up with no trace of its remains.

Fu Yan wiped away his tears, pulled him into his arms, and gently rubbed the back of Xiao Xin's head, asking softly, "Then why did you cry, brother?"

"Because you were too stupid," Xiao Xin said, choking back tears.

"No, liking you isn't stupidity, it's love."

Fu Yan gently patted Xiao Xin's back, "So, brother, do you believe me?"

Xiao Xin remained silent.

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll keep telling you until you do,” Fu Yan persisted. “I love you, I love you, I love Xiao Xin, I love Xiao Xin the most, I will love Xiao Xin for the rest of my life, until my heart stops beating…”

"So noisy." Xiao Xin cursed, then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, and Fu Yan finally shut up.

Seeing that he was no longer making a fuss, Xiao Xin finally let go.

As soon as Xiao Xin let go, Fu Yan spoke again: "Brother, do you believe me now?"

Xiao Xin didn't want to listen to his chanting, so she replied perfunctorily, "Mm."

"Does my brother like me as much as I like you?" Fu Yan pressed his advantage.

Xiao Xin: "Hmm..."

"Brother, you should say I like you too," Fu Yan pressed on, "Say it, baby, I like you..."

Xiao Xin got goosebumps from his nagging and couldn't help but shiver.

Fu Yan hugged him tightly: "Brother, tell me quickly."

Xiao Xin was a little sleepy and said softly, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

Fu Yan shook him: "No, I'm lying. You've been sleeping all day. If I don't tell you, I'll beg you to tell me..."

"Say it, brother," Fu Yan said, starting to bite his collarbone, igniting a fire in his neck: "Brother, quickly say you like me too, hmm..."

Xiao Xin got annoyed and cursed, "Damn it..."

"Hmm? You're choosing to do it but not saying anything?" Fu Yan asked.

Xiao Xin sighed, and finally said it, very reluctantly: "Baby, I like you."

Like a robot reciting lines, devoid of any emotion.

“That’s not it,” Fu Yan corrected him, “Yes, baby, I like you…”

Hearing Fu Yan say it, Xiao Xin felt goosebumps all over her body.

But he was too tired and didn't want to argue with Fu Yan anymore, so he finally chose to compromise.

Xiao Xin gently rubbed the back of his neck, his voice low and slow: "Baby, I love you..."

Fu Yan's breath hitched, and his heart raced. "Yes, that's right, brother. Call me again..."

Xiao Xin pinched the back of his neck hard: "Shut up and go to sleep."

Fu Yan winced in pain and immediately shut his mouth, his arm unconsciously tightening around Xiao Xin.

"It's too tight..." Xiao Xin said through gritted teeth.

Fu Yan loosened his grip slightly, allowing Xiao Xin to catch his breath.

"Will you always like me, brother?" Fu Yan suddenly asked.

Xiao Xin: "I don't know."

He answered very decisively.

"Why don't you know?" Fu Yan asked, as if asking a million questions.

Xiao Xin frowned slightly: "Because I don't easily promise things I can't do."

He generally doesn't make promises lightly about uncertain things, but if he does, he always keeps them.

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