Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1626 - 1629: My Heart Is Too Small to Contain Your Greatness 2

What kind of dream did he have? Was he crying in his dream?

"Hua Hua, Hua Hua, wake up..." Ling Yin tried to rouse him from his dream.

Hua Hua was still immersed in his dream, silent tears rolling drop by drop. He was unaware because he wasn’t crying in the dream; he simply couldn’t understand why the brother who promised to protect him always abandoned him. Was it because he did something wrong?

He really couldn’t understand how the brother who said they would be together forever could suddenly disappear. Did he despise him for being a burden?

"Little Chu, Little Chu, wake up..."

Hua Hua perked up his ears. He stood on an empty street, looking to the left, then to the right, hearing someone calling Little Chu. Who was calling Little Chu? It seemed someone in this world had called him Little Chu once, or so he thought, but he couldn’t remember. Was it the brother who abandoned him, or someone else?

No, his name wasn’t Little Chu; he was Hua Hua!

He was the handsomely charming man admired by all, Hua Hua, with fans all over the world. He wasn’t Little Chu!

"Little Chu, wake up, are you having a nightmare? Don’t cry..."

Don’t call me Little Chu; I’m not having a nightmare. My world is brilliant and wonderful. Why would I cry? Haha, what a joke. Would Hua Hua cry? Are you out of your mind?

Hua Hua sat on the street, humming and muttering. Not far away, Gu Shaocheng was waving at him, and Hua Hua immediately sprang up and rushed towards him.

Ling Yin noticed that the corners of Hua Hua’s mouth suddenly turned up, and his expression changed from anguish to calmness. Only then did his own tense heart slowly relax.

What sort of dream made him cry and laugh?

He tucked Hua Hua in, leaned over, and kissed the corner of his eye.

Ling Yin went to the bathroom, took a shower, and when he came back, he lay down beside Hua Hua, clothed. Hua Hua turned over and directly hugged his waist. Ling Yin was slightly stunned, not daring to move. Hua Hua didn’t move either, quietly nesting his head against Ling Yin’s chest.

He was sleepless all night, staring at the back of Hua Hua’s head, his mind filled with tangled thoughts.

He remembered long, long ago when Hua Hua used to hold onto his waist like this, falling asleep deeply through the worst circumstances, with no sense of wariness, as if clutching his waist would shield him from any collapse of the heavens.

Ling Yin’s memories, once vague, now grew clearer the more he thought about it.

Many things he thought he had forgotten, but facing familiar sensations, memories were summoned forth, unraveling from the depths of his soul.

There were joyful times in his childhood, those were at Uncle Yuan’s house. He didn’t remember much of those beautiful times, as people often remember changes and hardships more vividly. His most profound memory was when he and Hua Hua were sent onto a plane by Uncle Yuan. Uncle Yuan said that from then on, only he and Hua Hua would depend on each other. He mentioned that someone would meet them when the plane landed, but he was to take good care of Little Chu and remain wary of any outsiders, even the bodyguards.

Now he thought of it, realizing how Uncle Yuan had been driven to his wits’ end, to tell a five-year-old such things. Yes, unless faced with utter desperation and no alternatives, how else would he place a three-year-old Little Chu in the hands of a five-year-old, burdening him with such responsibilities?

That was the first time he realized he had a responsibility to protect Little Sister Chu, that he couldn’t let him suffer, couldn’t leave him. In the following years, no matter how difficult or tiring, he kept remembering that this was his duty, as long as he saw Little Chu’s pitiable peach blossom eyes, he’d do anything without regret, even though he himself was a child who needed to be cared for and protected!