Until Next Time - Yizhan

Chapter Twenty Seven

Carmen spotted her son in the living room and asked, "What was that all about, Yibo?" She added, "Ziyi was just being nice and looking after his cousin."

"Oh, nothing, Mom.. I just thought that Ziyi was here as our guest, not as a nurse," he lied. He wanted to watch over Zhan himself until he woke up, but he couldn't just tell his mom that, right? She'd definitely be surprised.

Carmen paused for a second, seeming pleased with his response. Maybe Yibo is starting to get closer to Ziyi. She glanced at her son. "H—her cousin."

"What about him?" asked Yibo.

"How did he end up at the mausoleum? There's no way he got lost. The signs clearly show about the riding limits for guests... " said Carmen.

"I doubt he lost his way," Yibo chimed in, his eyes narrowing a bit.

"He must have been eager to see Ziyi. What I can't figure out is why he didn't just give us a call or have someone at the front desk reach out to us."

Yibo didn't want to mention to his mom that while he was bringing the boy home, he was talking in his delirious state, and kept repeating 'Xie Yun' a couple of times.

The boy must have reached the mausoleum before dark and read the name on the tomb. That's the logical explanation for why the boy kept calling his grandfather's name.

"He's really gorgeous," Carmen said absentmindedly, her mind drifting to Zhan's unconscious face. Yibo simply shrugged, keeping quiet.

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"How is he?" Yibo asked.

Ziyi adjusted herself on the sofa as the guest room door swung open and Yibo spoke up.

"He's not running a fever anymore. He even made a little noise earlier, but I think the sleeping pill the doctor gave him is still in effect." She looked over at Zhan who was sleeping peacefully. Yibo's gaze followed hers to Zhan before he turned back to Ziyi.

"Mom and Dad are planning to bring your dinner over, but I thought you preferred eating in the dining room. You've been on that sofa for a while now. Maybe you should get up and stretch a bit." Before Ziyi could respond, he quickly added, "he's out of fever now so there's no need to worry anymore. They're waiting for you in the dining."

"W-what about you?" asked Ziyi

"I'll eat later." he replied.

Ziyi nodded and immediately left the room. Yibo moved closer to the bed and watched Zhan intently.

He knew that the boy who had bumped the cart into his heels was good-looking. But seeing him up close, it was clear he was more than just pretty. He was incredibly beautiful, with skin so pale and delicate that it seemed like it could bruise from the lightest touch.

And his eyelashes were so dark against the whiteness of his skin. The softness and silkiness of his hair made Yibo want to run his fingers through it. As he leaned down to gently move some hair from Zhan's forehead, Zhan suddenly moaned, Yibo quickly withdrew his hand and sat up straight.

"Hmm..." Zhan muttered softly, a slight throb pulsing in his head. He instinctively reached up to touch his forehead, but his arm landed on something soft—like a pillow. He wanted to think think he had just gone to bed. But why did he wake up? Should he get up?

He was so worn out that it felt impossible for it to be morning. He blinked his eyes open, and gradually, the shape in front of him started to take form until it was clear.

"Xie Yun!" He exclaimed as he was about to get up but Yibo grabbed him by both shoulders and put him back to bed.

"My name's Yibo," said Yibo as his eyebrows furrowed at the surprise on Zhan's face. "Xie Yun is my grandfather..."

Zhan's gaze travelled over the man, taking in his outfit—a royal blue sports shirt tucked into some old jeans. Although of the same height, while Xie Yun was lean and fair-skinned, this guy had a bit more muscle and his skin are darker than Xie Yun's. Still, their features were strikingly similar, even their gestures and facial expressions were the same. Almost like twins... except for the eyes— Xie Yun's were brown, and this guy's were black.

"Y-you look like him-- no. He looked like y-oh!" Flustered, Zhan tightly closed his eyes, but Yibo's image was still clear in his head. Suddenly, it hit him, this was the guy he bumped into at the airport!

Yibo leaned closer, his hand gently touching Zhan's cheek. Zhan's eyes widened in surprise, the touch was all too familiar it sent a chill down his spine. But instead of brown, it was coal-black eyes that pierced through him as if searching his very soul.

"You don't have a fever anymore," said Yibo. "So, I don't think you are still in a delirious state."

"You're the... the one I accidentally bumped into at the airport..."

Yibo smirk. "Now, I'm sure you're okay..."

"W-where am I?"

"You are at Villa Shiying, Mr. Xiao. My family's ancestral home. I found you this morning at the family mausoleum. Looks like you've been there since yesterday afternoon..."

"M-mausoleum?"

"Yes. You fainted right at Lan Xie Yun's tomb."

Zhan groaned as the events of yesterday afternoon slowly crept back to him. The rain and darkness felt suffocating, and he hadn't realized he had walked into a mausoleum. "Hey, don't stress yourself out, Mr. Xiao," Yibo said. "I'll go get you something to eat. You must be starving after sleeping all day." With that, Yibo made his way to the door.

Yibo had stepped out a little while ago, but Zhan couldn't tear his gaze away from the door. His thoughts kept flipping between Lan Xie Yun and Yibo

It made sense why Lan Xie Yun felt so familiar when they first met during his time travel. He couldn't shake off the memory of the grandson he ran into at the airport.

And he said his name was Yibo. Lan Wang Yibo. The guy who was supposed to be engaged to Ziyi!