"So it's always been me, there's no second birthday."
Mother Yan could tell from his words that he only reported good news and not bad news. How could a child without parents have an easy life as he stumbled and groped his way up?
But Mother Yan still cooperated and smiled: "Isn't this better?"
Yan Xianjue shook his head and turned to look at Yan Yian.
Yan Yian hadn't spoken since the beginning of the day, and he didn't sit down yet. He noticed Yan Xianjue's gaze and lowered his eyes to look at him.
After a moment, Yan Xianjue withdrew his gaze.
"Grandpa shortened his lifespan because he summoned my soul."
"These novels were written by the daughter of the owner of the shop where I work, and I had input into many of the plots."
He closed his eyes and said, "This includes the death of my uncle and aunt."
This time, the people who were surprised were the Yan family.
After Yan Xianjue regained his memory, they lost the ability to hear each other's thoughts.
Naturally, I didn’t know that Yan Xianjue’s memory had a second patch.
Before they could say anything, they heard Yan Xianjue continue, "So, I am one of the main culprits for Grandpa's death, Xiaoyaozi's grandfather's death, my uncle and aunt's death, and even the destruction of the Yan family in the future."
"Are you done?" Yan Yian's usual calm voice sounded.
Yan Xianjue turned around in surprise, as if he couldn't understand why Yan Yian could still be so calm.
Yan Yian was originally sitting closer to Yan's father and mother. He took two steps to Yan Xianjue and forcefully pulled him up from the ground.
Yan Wan and Yan Shan cooperated and moved back, making room for Yan Xianjue near Yan's mother.
Yan Yian asked Yan Xianjue to sit down, and he also sat back on the sofa opposite.
He spoke directly, without hesitation, stating his stance: "Whether the author created the world, or the world's story was described through the author's hand, this remains undecided."
Yan Shan's face was as calm as ever, and she nodded after hearing Yan Yian's words.
Seeing Yan Xianjue still not reacting, Yan Wan pretended to be relaxed and teased, "You're not staying home just because of this, are you?"
Yan Xianjue nodded hesitantly.
Yan Wan raised her hand and rubbed his head, then laughed and called him an idiot.
Yan Ci was about to speak, but when he heard Yan Wan's mocking scolding, he instantly felt unbalanced again.
The last time he had a car accident, Yan Wan was the one who beat him directly, but why did Yan Xianjue start to act hypocritically?
He snorted twice, turned his head away proudly and muttered, "Is this little thing enough for you to run away from home?"
Yan's father and mother looked at each other, and seeing that the atmosphere had eased as the children talked and laughed, they couldn't help but smile at each other.
Yan Xianjue rarely said anything to Yan Ci. He explained, "I just haven't figured out how to confess, and I'm worried you won't believe me."
If Yan's mother hadn't confronted him unexpectedly today, Yan Xianjue might have been struggling for a while.
When Mother Yan heard his defense, she glared at him angrily: "In your heart, is your mother so old and confused that she can't even tell whether her son has been replaced or not?"
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