"Who are you talking about?" Zhao Zhao spoke slowly. Everything felt like a dream since she met Dared.
Whether it was his resurrection and appearance in front of him again, or the sudden transformation from a child into a teenager as tall as him, it was almost unbelievable.
However, Darid, who was suspicious by nature, believed it.
And brought him back to the castle.
"You, Hilgavyn," Darid said impatiently, wrapping his arms around him again as if afraid he'd run away. "My observations aren't wrong, and my intuition won't deceive me."
"If you don't admit it, I will take you to find the ancestor," the ancestor must know everything.
"No, no, no, don't get excited!" Zhao Zhao pulled him, "You have to tell me why you think I'm Hilgavin! Otherwise, this is too fantastical."
The two seemed to have swapped words. The meeting in Zhao Zhao's mind should be that he tried his best to reveal his flaws and then explain his rebirth to his relatives and friends.
However, the reality was that he was shocked by Darid who recognized him at first sight and insisted on asking him to give him an explanation.
“.......”
Darid's eyes were red and bleeding. He looked at Zhao Zhao with tears in his eyes. "So you admit it, right? Little Hill?"
His trembling hands touched Zhao Zhao's face, the face he saw for the first time.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the side.
Asher glanced at the two of them casually as he passed by, and then retracted the step he had taken.
"Oh, no wonder you don't like Carlibella, it turns out you like this~"
From his angle, he could only see Darid intimately caressing a young man's face, and the vague gesture was most likely to arouse people's imagination.
He had just been saying something rude out of habit, but he hadn't expected Darede's reaction to be so strong.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Do you know who he is?!"
Darid stood in front of Zhao Zhao, not allowing anyone to make random guesses about him.
The Asher man, dressed in a burgundy uniform, leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his eyes cold. "Really? Who is he?"
The careless tone of his second brother in his memory was so familiar. Zhao Zhao stuck his head out and met the man's cold and arrogant gaze.
Asher frowned slightly. He subconsciously avoided the boy's gaze and questioned Darid: "I'm asking you a question. Is this how you talk to your brother?"
"Oh."
"I'm so sorry, second brother. Let's go now."
He hugged Zhao Zhao and was about to leave without saying a word, but when passing by Asher, he smiled and stretched out a leg to block their way.
"This little boy beside you..." Facing those black eyes, Asher, who always did what he wanted, swallowed the words in his mouth and said carefully: "This boy doesn't look right, brother~"
He pretended to look at Zhao Zhao unintentionally, and Zhao Zhao noticed and responded with a big smile.
Asher was stunned and stretched out his hand instantly: "You..."
Darede wasn't worried about his other brothers and sisters not recognizing Zhao Zhao; after all, it was only a matter of time. He was just worried that someone would try to snatch Zhao Zhao from him.
Before Asher could react, he took Zhao Zhao and flew away.
“It feels so comfortable.”
Once again soaring over the castle, looking at the castle that is not much different from what I remember, my mind is full of thoughts.
"It has been more than a hundred years since you left."
Zhao Zhao's smile faded, and she carefully hugged herself in the embrace with the fragrance in her memory.
His voice was soft and gentle, as if he was afraid to scare away this beautiful dream: "I have never stopped missing you. Fortunately, one ordinary day a hundred years later, I recognized you in the crowd at first sight."
"And brought you back."
"Little Hill, why don't you speak?" Darid rubbed his head, feeling the wetness coming from the front of his clothes, and his heart softened.
Zhao Zhao rubbed her eyes against his chest, snot and tears smearing on the expensive and exquisite prince's uniform: "Fifth brother, I miss you so much."
"You finally called my name correctly, forgetful ghost~" The doting yet regretful words echoed in his ears. Zhao Zhao, who had recovered all his memories, naturally remembered the stupid things he did at the end of this world.
"sorry."
"I forgive you~" He never wanted to be angry with this little guy.
Darid scratched his nose lovingly and led him back to the room in the castle where he once lived.
The small silver coffin was still exactly the same as he remembered, and even the furnishings in the room had not changed, as if he had never left.
"Fifth brother, how did you recognize me?" Zhao Zhao asked questions one after another: "I'm resurrected, I've become a human, and I've grown up. Don't you find it strange?"
He waited for Darid for a long time, but he didn't ask him, so he had to ask for him.
However, Darid simply said, "I know that little Hill is a child full of miracles, so I never question anything that happens to you."
Just like when Hilgavan was sent to the tower and returned safely from God.
As long as my brother is fine, nothing else is a problem.
Zhao Zhao blinked, worried that she was about to cry again.
"Why does little Hill still like to cry so much~" Darid was very surprised, as if he wanted to make up for all the things he had missed over the years.
After the two got to know each other for a while, Zhao Zhao began to greet the other brothers and sisters in the castle.
The first person to be mentioned was Asher, who he had just met. He put his hands on his hips and stamped his feet: "What's wrong with that second brother? He didn't even recognize me!"
In fact, not being able to recognize it is the most normal reaction, but who can blame Darid, a person with keen observation, for setting an example in front?
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