The uncle and nephew were both calm. Wen Shuqiao watched them quietly, lost in thought.
As Shen Shiyue listened to Shen Jiazhou's rambling instructions, he was momentarily dazed.
My uncle has really changed a lot in this life.
It's all because of Wen Shuqiao.
Taking slow, deep breaths when you're calm is actually... quite nice.
In this life, my uncle won't commit suicide because he can't bear the pressure.
Shen Shiyue felt a deep sense of exhaustion, but something was holding him up. With just one thought, this exhaustion would disappear.
It must be that thing urging him.
Chen Shiyue clenched his fists slightly, trying to stay conscious.
"By the way, how's the weather where you are? At your age, you shouldn't wear something so thin in the dead of winter just to look cool..." Shen Jiazhou felt like he had so much to say.
"That's enough," Shen Shiyue interrupted Shen Jiazhou.
Shen Jiazhou stared at Shen Shiyue.
Shen Shiyue got off the sofa, his tone more sarcastic: "Isn't all this just to urge me to leave? Why waste so much breath?"
Shen Jiazhou froze on the spot: "Baby... I'm not..."
“I am Shen Shiyue, not Cancan. You don’t need to call me baby.” Shen Shiyue’s eyes were red. “You are not my uncle either. My uncle died in the sea.”
He gave Shen Jiazhou one last deep look, then stubbornly turned his head away: "I don't need you to do what's best for me. You just need to be yourself. You're so small, why think so much? It's pointless."
Shen Jiazhou opened his mouth, then subconsciously apologized, "I'm sorry."
"Who asked you to apologize?" Shen Shiyue said angrily, "I don't need it either! You're really annoying!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Wen Shuqiao and said impatiently, "Keep an eye on him."
Wen Shuqiao sighed, stood up and said, "Shi Yue, can we talk alone for a bit?"
Shen Shiyue just wanted to leave the living room. He quickly hummed in agreement and strode towards the children's room.
Wen Shuqiao followed closely behind, and Shen Jiazhou, seeing that they had left, also got up to leave.
Shen Shiyue noticed this and turned around, saying, "I don't want to see you. Don't come any closer."
Shen Jiazhou stood there like a child who had done something wrong, and finally looked at Wen Shuqiao with pleading eyes.
Wen Shuqiao turned around and said, "Wait in the living room for a moment."
Shen Jiazhou's gaze fell on Shen Shiyue, who was about to enter the children's room, and finally, he sat down in silence.
Wen Shuqiao and Shen Shiyue returned to the children's room.
Shen Shiyue didn't say a word, took off his shoes and climbed into bed.
Wen Shuqiao asked, "Are you leaving?"
Shen Shiyue leaned against the headboard, glancing lazily at Wen Shuqiao, and unusually refrained from speaking up: "Yes, if we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave at all."
Wen Shuqiao sighed softly. She said, "He will be very upset by what you just said."
“He didn’t think I would be sad when he jumped into the sea to commit suicide.” Shen Shiyue tilted his head back, suppressing the bitterness in his eyes, and took a deep breath: “Forget it, there’s no point in talking about this.”
Wen Shuqiao looked at him and remained silent for a while before asking, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Shen Shiyue didn't quite understand her meaning. He looked up at her in confusion. Their timelines were different, so how could she help him? With her useless system?
Wen Shuqiao said gently, "I can negotiate with the system and try to get you an opportunity."
“Opportunities are no longer important to me.” Shen Shiyue understood Wen Shuqiao’s meaning, and his tone was deeply weary: “That world exists because of me, but in the end, it still made a mess of my life.”
Opportunity? My parents and uncle all died young because of him. What use would an opportunity be?
He leaned against the headboard, feeling his mental energy rapidly draining away.
Shen Shiyue sighed softly and murmured, "Auntie, that's life. It's always full of regrets, pain, and fear."
Wen Shuqiao pursed her lips tightly, but Shen Shiyue gave her the first genuine smile: "Thank you for coming here. At least Uncle and Cancan here won't repeat the same mistakes."
He slowly shrank back into the blankets, wrapping himself up tightly.
Shen Shiyue's eyelids were already very heavy. He was already teetering on the edge of danger, and this time, the struggle to regain control of his body had exhausted all his energy. He murmured, "I have one last request for you. Please take good care of my uncle. He tends to keep everything to himself, which is really not good."
He looked at the slightly ajar door; his uncle was outside.
It's good as it is now... He's afraid that if he sees his uncle again, he really, really, really can't bear to part with him...
Wen Shuqiao had guessed it too. She took a deep breath: "...I will, Shi Yue. You must believe that there will always be a chance."
Shen Shiyue could only weakly curl the corners of his mouth slightly.
Just then, the door to the children's room was pushed open again. Shen Jiazhou still couldn't sit still, so he strode over to the bedside.
Shen Shiyue's eyelids were already heavy. He blinked hard and finally focused his gaze on Shen Jiazhou's face.
He was too weak to say anything more. Before closing his eyes, he murmured as if sighing, "Uncle... goodnight."
Shen Jiazhou felt a lump in his throat. He forced himself to suppress his intense emotions, bent down, and, as always, left a kiss on Shen Shiyue's face: "Goodnight, Shiyue."
Warm tears also fell on Shen Shiyue's ear, but he did not react at all.
Only the sound of breathing remained in the room.
Shen Jiazhou straightened up and looked down at the person on the bed.
It's Can Can; he's sleeping soundly right now.
Wen Shuqiao stepped forward, reached out and tucked the blanket around Cancan, then pulled up the railing.
Finally, he pulled the somewhat distraught Shen Jiazhou away from the children's room.
The door to the children's room was tightly closed.
Shen Jiazhou stared at the closed door with red eyes and asked, "Did he go back?"
Looking at him, Wen Shuqiao sighed softly, "Let's go back."
She estimated that this struggle to regain control of the body must have exhausted all of Shen Shiyue's energy.
She raised her hand and touched Shen Jiazhou's face: "Don't be sad."
Shen Jiazhou didn't speak. His back slumped, and he leaned wearily against Wen Shuqiao, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder. He whispered, "I'm really not a good uncle. I've really gone too far..."
They actually managed to raise Shen Shiyue so poorly.
Tears welled up and soaked Wen Shuqiao's clothes. Wen Shuqiao patted his head and said gently, "But in Shi Yue's eyes, his uncle is the best uncle in the world."
In another world, Shen Jiazhou's suffering was no less than Shen Shi's.
There's no such thing as being competent or incompetent; if anything, it's just that fate plays tricks on us.
Wen Shuqiao stroked his head and said softly, "It will be alright, everything will be alright."
How can I get better?
Shen Jiazhou numbly thought that in another world, Shen Shiyue had already lost his uncle.
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