Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

He Ziyu was taken aback.

What were he and Jingran talking about just now?

They were talking about... pendants, weren't they?

Recalling Jing Ran's words that were so hurtful, He Ziyu's barely suppressed smile resurfaced.

"Jingran, that guy Jingran, hahaha..."

"..."

Jiang Chengyu stood there, his arm being pulled and swayed back and forth by He Ziyu. From a distance, he looked like a helpless parent leading a child with a broken leg.

"It's Jingran, Jingran said..."

After laughing for so long, He Ziyu felt pain in his abdominal muscles. He clutched his stomach and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Jiang Chengyu was already seething with jealousy, and hearing He Ziyu calling Jingran by his name made him even more annoyed. Fortunately, he was always good at keeping his emotions in check, so even though he was inwardly turmoil, he didn't show much emotion on the surface.

Soon, Jing Ran and He Ningqiu, who had been lagging behind, caught up.

When Jingran saw He Ziyu laughing like a bear again, he thought Jiang Chengyu had told him a joke and was about to ask him to share it when he heard He Ziyu say, "Jingran, repeat what you said in the classroom earlier."

Jing Ran was completely baffled, but He Ziyu asked him to repeat it, so he could only obediently repeat it.

"I said, the pendant Ning Qiu is wearing looks like the wreath in my great-aunt's funeral hall... No, Ayu, can't we just leave this alone? I was just saying, I really didn't mean anything by it."

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just think your description is incredibly accurate and coincides with my own thoughts, hahaha..."

He Ziyu didn't know what was wrong with him.

It was something that wasn't funny at all, but he just couldn't stop talking about it, especially when he saw He Ningqiu's restrained and disheveled appearance, he felt even more gloating.

In his past life, this seemingly innocent girl killed his mother and his brother Yu, and in the very end, she didn't forget to team up with that scumbag Lan Yuan to humiliate him. How could he not be happy that such a vicious person could now only lie there and endure the mockery?

only……

"hiss……"

As the saying goes, extreme joy begets sorrow.

As He Ziyu was laughing, he suddenly felt a sharp twist in the muscles of his stomach, followed by a burst of intense pain.

Jiang Chengyu was already furious because of He Ziyu's address of "Little Jingran," and when he suddenly saw him crouching down while clutching his stomach, he immediately became nervous.

"Ayu, what's wrong?"

"It hurts, my stomach hurts..." He Ziyu hissed and gasped, "I probably laughed too hard and strained my abs."

Jingran: "Come on, you don't have abs. What you have is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jingran felt a sharp gaze shooting towards him, which startled him so much that he immediately shut his mouth.

Jiang Chengyu squatted down next to He Ziyu, placing one hand on his back and the other hand unhesitatingly reaching into his waist.

He Ziyu stiffened slightly, but the pain made him more docile than ever before.

"Does it hurt here?" Jiang Chengyu asked softly as she gently massaged him.

"Yes, right there..." He Ziyu lowered his head, his cheeks burning. Anyone who didn't know him would probably think that his face was red because his stomach hurt too much.

Jiang Chengyu's hands were warm, just like him.

When He Ziyu glanced up and saw his focused and serious profile, his thoughts were momentarily transported back to the distant past.

It was during the winter vacation of second grade. Yuecheng had its biggest snowfall in ten years, and the entire city was covered in white overnight. To build a snowman, He Ziyu dragged Jiang Chengyu out early and found an open space behind the residential area.

The two worked together and, after two hours of effort, finally built a perfect snowman. He Ziyu's hands were so frozen that he lost all feeling in them.

At that time, Jiang Chengyu was not in good health. He was thin and small, and not even as tall as He Ziyu. However, because he was a few months older than He Ziyu, he always referred to himself as the older brother and took care of He Ziyu in every way.

So when He Ziyu was holding his frozen hands with a pitiful expression, Jiang Chengyu took off his gloves without saying a word and put his red, frozen hands into his own bosom.

Cold hands pressed against a warm chest.

That was the first time He Ziyu realized that Jiang Chengyu was such a gentle person.

As my thoughts returned, the slender silhouette in my memory merged with the tall, handsome boy before me.

He Ziyu was somewhat dazed.

Over the years, although Jiang Chengyu has become taller and more handsome than him, the warmth in his heart remains the same.

"Ayu, are you feeling better?" Jiang Chengyu rubbed his stomach for a while, and when he looked up again, he found He Ziyu staring at him intently, with some indescribable emotions in his eyes.