When the thought surfaced, he startled himself.
Forget it, Xu Qiao might be thoughtless at times, but her intentions were always for the child's benefit.
He should take a step back.
...
Hotel.
When Fu Yun woke up, it was already late. She was only bewildered for a moment before sitting up abruptly, calling out anxiously, "Jiujiu, don't leave..."
Hearing the noise, Huo Lin hurriedly pushed the door open and came in. Upon hearing those words, his expression darkened for a moment before he quickly recovered, gently supporting Fu Yun as he softly said, "Mom, did you have a nightmare again?"
"No."
Fu Yun grabbed onto Huo Lin's arm, her expression both excited and agitated: "It's real this time; I wasn't mistaken last time—that was Jiujiu. No, now he goes by Pei Yao, you see? Even their names are so similar; if it's not Jiujiu, then who could it be?"
Huo Lin's expression was indescribable as he said, word by word, "Pei Yao?"
