Chapter 83 - Can You Hold a Grand Procession to Wed Me (1/2)

Pei Zhen’s parents were lecturers in a university. In addition, they specialized in Archaeology and were renowned in the field. Their peers knew them as “The Condor Heroes.”

The Condor Heroes were busy people. If they weren’t exploring the hills, then they were setting foot in a deep forest. It was only in recent years that things had changed. They had stopped going out into the fields, though they were still busy expanding their work internationally.

In archaeology, a trip lasted a year or more, and even short trips were in terms of months. Therefore, they were seldom home.

When Pei Zhen was in his second year of high school, he fell ill. At that time the Condor Heroes were digging graves in a remote area not covered by a mobile network and couldn’t be reached.

Fu Sichen’s parents, who were Pei Zhen’s next-door neighbors, were kind and took Pei Zhen in. They looked after him like he was their own.

At some point, for whatever reason, looking after Pei Zhen became Fu Sichen’s responsibility.

In the day he looked after Pei Zhen’s meals, and at night he looked after Pei Zhen’s rest. The Little Brat Pei seemed like he didn’t care. When he fell sick, he inevitably developed feelings of self-pity, believing that he was nobody’s child.

The Condor Heroes were eccentric and lacked human awareness.

How did he get through that period?

Was it with the help and comfort provided by Fu Sichen?

When Little Brat Pei was in his second year of high school, Genius Fu was in his first year.

Genius Fu excelled from a young age and continued to be quite the popular personality in university. At that time he was talent-scouted by the drama society and selected to be in the next play.

With Pei Zhen falling ill, Fu Sichen didn’t even think twice before heading home to look after him.

“No more pain, Pei Pei.”

“Everything will be alright, Pei Pei.”

“Pei Pei, big brother is here.”

Despite his youth, there had been a certain maturity in his voice, and when it was soft, there was a tenderness about it. His voice was like aged wine, like a voice from heaven, like the wind in April when Spring bloomed—it soothed Pei Zhen’s pain.