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translator: Eve
editor: xiin

Song Xuanhe looked down at Xiao Huang, who was sitting beside his chair. Xiao Huang looked up at him curiously, head tilted.

The dog and human pair stared at each other for a few seconds before Song Xuanhe asked, “Do you remember me?”

Xiao Huang’s head tilted to the other side. His dark, watery eyes bored into Song Xuanhe as he barked.

Song Xuanhe looked up and said to Xiao Yuanmu: “He doesn’t remember me. You were wrong.”

Xiao Yuanmu’s chin rested on one of his hands. He watched as Song Xuanhe dug in quietly, completely ignoring the little fat dog that was barking at him. A while later, a dark light flashed through Xiao Yuanmu’s eyes as he spoke in a low voice: “Can I ask you a question?”

Song Xuanhe had just taken his last bite of noodles and was now wiping his lips. After he heard Xiao Yuanmu’s voice, his gaze turned wary.

Xiao Yuanmu found his expression amusing, and his lips rose before he pressed them back into a straight line. The hand that was holding up his chin dropped down, and his fingers curled up, tapping quietly against the table. Xiao Yuanmu said, “Why did it seem like you knew something would happen to Xiao Shenglin?”

Song Xuanhe’s fingers curled more tightly around his chopsticks. There was a sliver of confusion in his otherwise calm eyes. “Why are you asking this all of a sudden?”

“Just curious.” Xiao Yuanmu’s lips curled up slightly, but the smile didn’t reach his pitch-black eyes. “I don’t know why, but I feel like everything you predict always ends up happening.”

“How could that be possible?” Song Xuanhe laughed, incredulity in his eyes as he teased, “Have you been watching too many dramas? Predicting the future…or maybe I should say that you’ve been reading too many fairy tales.”

Xiao Yuanmu caught every single minute change in Song Xuanhe’s expressions. He lowered his gaze, concealing the dark light in his eyes. Song Xuanhe couldn’t read any emotion from his voice: “I also hope that I’m just overthinking things.”

“Of course you are.”

Song Xuanhe’s grip tightened around the napkin but the smile on his face was unchanging. He said, “Maybe there’s been too much going on with the Xiao Family and the pressure’s getting to you. Perhaps it’s causing you to imagine things or have weird dreams.”

“You really get me.”

Xiao Yuanmu looked up, the meaning in his tone unclear.

Song Xuanhe didn’t know why, but he couldn’t meet Xiao Yuanmu’s eyes. He knew that Xiao Yuanmu was very perceptive. If he were to do anything that betrayed any guilt, Xiao Yuanmu would pick up on it and might realize that something was up.

That’s why Song Xuanhe didn’t avoid looking him in the eye. “I guess I know you better than I thought.”

Xiao Yuanmu: “I’ve always thought that your eyes were lying to me.”

Song Xuanhe grew nervous but he waited calmly for Xiao Yuanmu’s next words.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yuanmu didn’t elaborate. Intead, he stood up and said, “It’s already late. We should get ready for bed.”

Song Xuanhe’s lip twitched. In the end, he suppressed his desire to ask what Xiao Yuanmu meant and pretended to be unaffected as he followed Xiao Yuanmu out. The uneasiness in his heart gradually increased.

The uneasiness continued to rise until he entered the main bedroom.

“Am I sleeping here?” Song Xuanhe stood at the door.