During that waiting period, Qin Zhan felt incredibly immature, more than ever before. It was something he had never done, yet because of this one person...
But at the moment the boy fell into his arms, Qin Zhan felt a kind of unprecedented joy and relief—he had won his bet.
At that moment, Qin Zhan realized that his joy and relief weren't just about winning the bet; it was more about being able to appear beside the boy when he was helpless, holding him tightly, protecting him, and making himself his support.
Qin Zhan gently stroked the name 'Little Nine' in his phone contacts, sighed softly and muttered to himself, "I must be crazy..."
He had wondered why he kept losing control over this child named Bi Xia, but each time he analyzed it, he concluded that he, Qin Zhan, had been poisoned by Bi Xia, and it was slowly seeping into his heart. If not removed timely, it could reach his marrow and be incurable.
Is it love? Is it friendship?
