He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 254 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 4)

Zhou Yan's face was red and swollen, and his small, thin frame made him look particularly pitiful as he stood there.

Wen Yan somehow got hold of iodine and applied it to him little by little.

A dull ache came over me; it was numb, but mostly painful.

The medicine was being administered when the adult happened to come out.

Seeing Zhou Yan's face, he was stunned.

The little boy's fair face was covered in mud-like liquid, with varying shades of brown liquid dripping down the medicine stains.

The three of them turned their heads in unison to look at the culprit holding the empty medicine bottle: "..."

Bai Wan said helplessly, like an old mother: "Xiao Yan, don't mess with Zhou Yan."

The short holiday passed quickly.

Wen Yan is now in first grade. She slung her navy blue bag over her shoulder, skipped open the door, and ran to the next room.

"clap clap"

"Zhou Yan, time to go to school!"

The shout had barely landed when Zhou Yan opened the door.

He glanced at her but didn't say anything, tacitly agreeing to her companionship. However, he had a bad feeling; his intuition told him that this companionship would last for a very, very long time.

Sure enough, regardless of wind or rain, at 7:15, Zhou Yan would always see Wen Yan grinning from ear to ear in front of his house... and her breakfast.

The higher the grade level, the higher the floor. For example, the first floor is for grades 1 and 2, the second floor is for grades 3 and 4, and the third floor is for grades 5 and 6.

Zhou Yan and Wen Yan were on the same floor, but Wen Yan's teacher liked to extend class time, and she was often the last to leave.

Zhou Yan would usually sit on the flower bed and wait for her.

If Zhou Min happens to be home, he will eat at home; if Zhou Min is not home, Wen Yan will drag him to the next room without explanation.

He tried to refuse, but Wenyan and her family went back and forth several times, bringing her small stool and bowl, indicating that she could eat there.

Zhou Yan sometimes found it baffling and asked, "Why do you only play with me?"

Wen Yan: "Because you're good-looking! Beautiful!"

Zhou Yan: "Uncle Zhang's fourth daughter is also beautiful."

Wen Yan curled her lip: "That's different. He's just the tallest among the short, not ugly. You're the tallest among the tall, truly beautiful!"

Zhou Yan's expression remained largely unchanged, only his eyes darkened slightly: "...Whatever you say."

In the uneventful days, time seemed to speed up like a gearbox. In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yan had already entered sixth grade, and Wen Yan had also stepped into the threshold of fifth grade.

"Classmates, we're going on an autumn outing to the botanical garden this Saturday. Remember to tell your parents and bring your lunchboxes."

"it is good--"

The classroom erupted in a cacophony of chatter and discussion; one might mistake it for a bustling market.

Wen Yan pressed her face against the table, listlessly looking out the window for a few seconds.

When will Consort Diao be released from school?

Suddenly, she saw something, and her eyes lit up instantly. She mouthed: Wait for me.

It turned out to be Zhou Yan. He had set it off early and had been waiting for a while.

"Consort Diao is taking our grade on an autumn outing, but I don't want to go." Wen Yan was filled with bitterness and resentment; she disliked staring at a blade of grass, finding it boring.

Zhou Yan came in, skillfully opened his schoolbag, and put his textbooks, pencil case, and notebooks into it one by one. He then held it in his hand and gestured with his eyes, "Let's go."

"Oh."

“Oh right,” Wen Yan had just stood up when she remembered something. She rummaged through her desk and pulled out a bottle of milk: “Here, have some.”

Strawberry-flavored milk is a hot commodity. It usually sells out as soon as the convenience store restocks within a week of its release.

The reason was that he mentioned on his way home, "The convenience store has strawberry-flavored milk."

His original intention was for her to buy it for him to drink.

But this is already the fourth bottle he has received this week.

Zhou Yan remained silent for a moment, his eyes filled with a complex vortex, dark and deep, as his gaze gradually shifted from the pink milk carton to the girl's fair and smooth face.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wen Yan simply shoved it into his hand.

"Don't dawdle, just take it if I give it to you."

Zhou Yan suddenly spoke up: "Wen Yan."

Wen Yan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

After a long silence, Zhou Yan said softly, "It's nothing."

Wen Yan: "...Zhou Yan, are you sick?"

When school ended, the sun was still far from setting. Wen Yan walked ahead with a relaxed air, stopping every now and then to catch up with Zhou Yan, who was walking slowly with two schoolbags on his back.

Has she replied?

She was referring to Zhou Min. Ever since Zhou Yan was beaten as a child, Wen Yan had disliked her, not to mention that she always left Zhou Yan alone at home while she went out to have fun.

Zhou Yan shook his head slightly.

"Then come to my house for dinner."

"Ah."

Zhou Yan was always taciturn, and Wen Yan was used to it, so she didn't say anything and happily walked home.

The sunlight cast long shadows of the two people.

After dinner, Wen Yan was begging Bai Wan to call Consort Diao. She didn't want to go on the autumn outing; she thought it would be better to use the time to go to the lotus pond with Zhou Yan to catch small fish and shrimp.

Bai Wan couldn't persuade her otherwise, and was about to put down her chopsticks and walk towards the landline when Zhou Yan spoke up: "We also want to go on an autumn outing."

Wen Yan immediately let go and leaned closer to ask, "You want some too? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The girl's tone was somewhat reproachful.

Zhou Yan's throat moved, and he took a step back. A ghostly light flashed in the dead man's eyes. He was so close, almost touching his face: "You didn't want to go, but I wanted to go, so I didn't say anything."

Bai Wan stopped holding the phone; she knew her daughter's character.

Sure enough, Wen Yan immediately changed her mind: "Mom, I want to go on the autumn outing too!"

“…Okay.” Bai Wan said helplessly, “I’ll make you mini sushi and braised shrimp tomorrow.”

After saying that, she turned to ask, "What would Xiao Yan like to eat? Aunt Bai will make it for you."

"Just like Wen Yan would be fine."

The Wen family has visited the botanical garden many times, and Zhou Yan has been brought along several times as well.

The two classes were lucky enough to be grouped together. With four teachers leading the way, Zhou Yan carried two metal lunchboxes to Wen Yan's side, opened the lids and handed them to her, while he took the other lunchbox and ate it himself.

His eyes kept glancing towards the park, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

Wen Yan was curious and followed his gaze.

A bunch of grass, a few trees, nothing special, right?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.

October 20th, Tancheng Waterside Park, Zhou Yan, sixth grade.

Several messages came together, and Wen Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Something big seems to have happened today.