Xiao Xu suddenly looked up.
She stared at him quietly for a while, then snorted, her eyes filled with stubbornness and a reckless, defiant spirit.
"Do you think you'd still be where you are today, having met your sister, if I hadn't gone back and acted according to my original plan?"
Memories on the floating islands cannot be shared.
Therefore, as President Bo, he was unaware of the details of his relationship with his sister.
But once he goes back this time, he will carry this memory with him, overlapping the past and the future. At that time, at the age of 29, he will fully enjoy all his memories.
In other words, they will completely become one person.
At that time, the trajectory of time will lead to a different outcome because of his decision.
If he deliberately tries to change things, at 29 years old, he might never be able to meet his sister again.
Bo Xu lowered his brows and looked at him with a gloomy expression.
"If I don't meet her, you'll never be able to be with her."
He threatened verbally, but in his heart he was absolutely certain—
Meeting her must have been destiny.
No matter the method, no matter the countless choices and outcomes, as long as he retains his personal will, he will definitely go to her.
Xiao Xu's presence here is the best proof of that.
Whether he was 19 or 29, passionate or indifferent, whenever he met her, he would fall hopelessly in love with her.
The result of countless choices is the eternity he has come to believe in.
He loves her.
Regardless of the method or premise.
“You know my personality,” Xiao Xu suddenly laughed, her eyes threatening. “Once there are no constraints or ties, I will be like a moth drawn to a flame, reckless and desperate.”
"So if you don't let me get close to my sister this month, I'd rather destroy myself than let you two be together when I get back."
Bo Xu's face instantly darkened.
"Then you should know that I hate being threatened the most." A chilling glint flashed in his eyes as he said, word by word, "She is mine."
Their eyes met, and tension was palpable.
"Hmm..." Shen Zhiyi suddenly stirred in her sleep, her brows furrowing. As if trying to mediate a fight in her dream, she mumbled, "Stop arguing... My head hurts so much..."
Her soft voice carried a hint of grievance and a strong nasal tone.
Both men froze.
Bo Xu lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms, his gaze falling on her tightly furrowed brows.
All the anger and chill vanished in an instant.
It turned into endless pity.
He reached out and gently smoothed the wrinkles between her brows, then cupped her face and placed a precious kiss on her forehead.
He convinced himself in that instant.
The one she loves, whether he was in the past or he is now, is still him, isn't he?
Why should he cause her pain?
Bo Xu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When I opened my eyes again, they had returned to calm.
"Okay." He lifted his eyes and looked at the boy opposite him. "I can agree to your request."
"But you must not sow discord between us, you must not deliberately make things difficult for her, and you must not do anything that might hurt her."
"Otherwise, I won't let you go."
It couldn't be easier to punish a past version of yourself.
He knew all his desires.
He also knew how to drive him to despair.
Xiao Xu twitched the corner of her mouth and said readily, "Do you even need to tell me? Of course I wouldn't hurt my sister, much less push her away."
"After all, you and I aren't the only ones who covet her."
The two men exchanged a glance, and in silence, they reached a tacit understanding.
...
The next day, Shen Zhiyi slowly woke up.
She opened her eyes groggily.
What comes into view is a bulging, full chest, rising and falling slightly with each breath.
Red marks were pressed onto her pale skin.
Her mind went blank for a few seconds.
Then, he slowly and stiffly raised his head.
Bo Xu had his eyes closed, seemingly fast asleep.
The morning light outlined the deep contours of his eyebrows and eyes, his high nose bridge, and his long eyelashes...
Her eyes widened, and she held her breath.
Bo Xilai?
What is he doing here?
Before the thought could even finish, a warm body suddenly pressed against my back.
A strong, powerful arm wrapped around her waist from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, his hot breath spraying against her neck.
"Sister, you're awake?" Xiao Xu asked softly, her voice languid and tinged with laughter.
Shen Zhiyi froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.
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