Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Fragments of his dreams appeared and drifted through his mind. He seemed to be led by his thoughts.

In his sleep, he saw a little boy of his age. That boy had the same features as him – soft hair and beautiful arching brows – but his pretty face seemed be a little indifferent.

In his dreams, that boy always stood far from him and looked distant. With his back on him, he silently walked away, looking far ahead.

It felt so real it was almost touchable.

He desperately chased after that boy, but no matter how much he walked or ran, he could never catch up.

His heart beat faster and faster as the boy walked further and further away; he would wake up at this point.

He woke up in a cold perspiration, physically exhausted from the realistic dream.

There were a few times when, in the dreams, his soul would get sucked into the body of that boy as he lay paralyzed in bed.

A woman sat next to the bed, and he could faintly make out her side profile. The image was not clear, but he could see the gentleness in her eyes.

She kept caressing his face, her eyes as soft as water.

One of such dreams was long and tormenting. When he woke up, his limbs felt heavy and his head spun badly.

He caught a high fever from an unknown origin that even their family physician could not explain properly with the diagnosis.

As Little Yichen emerged from his thoughts, Yun Tianyou’s face overlapped with that boy in his dream. He looked unblinkingly at his twin.

“It’s you!”

He cried out in surprise.

He was not loud, so his exclamation was easily drowned by the music in the dance hall.

However, Yun Tianyou, as if there were an unseen thread connecting them, somehow heard his voice and turned to look at him. Little Yichen, who was already on his feet, quickly took flight up the stairs leading to him.

Yun Tianyou was momentarily flabbergasted. What is that chap doing? Why is he running over here? Is he coming for me?

“Director Yun, Young Master Mu may be coming for you.”

He might be unable to catch the action, but Li Hanlin, with his height advantage, could easily see that Little Yichen was running up the stairs in pursuit of his brother.

“Let’s go; don’t bother with him.”

He spun around and quickly took off as soon as he said this.

Li Hanlin’s footsteps followed closely behind his.

When Little Yichen saw them hurrying away, he waved for them to stop while panting. “Don’t – Don’t run…”

Why are they running away? I’m not a ghost; are they trying to avoid me?

He stomped his feet in annoyance and continued his chase for his brother.

Youyou was physically fit and strong, so he was startled to see Little Yichen gaining on them when he looked over his shoulder. “Little short legs, you can run, can’t you?”

His agent, who was holding his little hand, wryly questioned, “Why are we running away, Director Yun?”

“I don’t want to see him,” he retorted unhappily, “as I don’t want to acknowledge this stupid brother.”

Li Hanlin could not stop giggling. “Director Yun, I realize that you can be rather cute when you throw tantrums.”

“I’ll dock your pay if you have more things to say.”

Agent Li quickly kept quiet and dared not comment again.

Yun Tianyou grew breathless as he ran. He did not have a good sleep last night, after all. He told his man, “Agent Li, carry me.”

Li Hanlin obediently bent down and scooped Youyou over his head. He sat on the man’s shoulders, held on his two ears, and ordered seriously, “Run faster and shake him off!”

Agent Li, with his height and long legs, took long strides that could easily outrun Little Yichen’s by three times. In a matter of seconds, he managed to shake the boy off their trail.

Little Yichen dolefully stood at a spot with his arms akimbo, panted heavily, and eventually said while stomping his feet, “Sh*t, I lost them!”

Who is that boy exactly?

Can he be my brother?