Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Zhixin lowered his head, as if he was trapped in place, even his breathing had stopped.

The figure in the photo evokes long-forgotten memories and emotions that have been buried for many years.

It turns out that their names are Fang Qingyue and Lin Jue.

She was a time traveler, born with memories, so she remembered that silent night.

Her mother kissed her forehead reluctantly and said that she was very well behaved. Her father anxiously wrote down the name he had already given her, leaving only the two words "Zhi Xin", and hurried away with her mother.

She knew who was chasing her parents, so she behaved well and didn't make a sound. She kept waiting, waiting with hope, maybe they had escaped safely?

Maybe they would come to pick her up soon. She quickly learned to walk and talk in the orphanage, but she still didn't wait for them.

From that time on, she understood that the parents who loved her so much might have passed away.

But she didn't know their names yet.

So she didn't want to be adopted, didn't want to call others mom and dad, and deliberately appeared mediocre, weak and dull, so that no one would want her.

While other children were vying to show themselves, she just stayed in the corner, silently listening to the sounds that no one else could hear. She didn't say anything, just listened.

Even after she was adopted by that family, she never called them mom and dad. This was something she proposed when she was adopted, and both parties agreed to it, each getting what they needed.

Because she is still waiting, waiting for a possibility, a...miracle.

When Fang Yi and the others came to her house, she had also been looking forward to it. Reason told her that it was impossible, but, maybe?

Maybe they were just seriously injured and lost their memory, right?

Zhixin waited patiently, but when he looked at the world, it was as if he was looking through a glass and he just couldn't blend in.

But now, when the facts were laid before her, that glimmer of hope was completely shattered, finally breaking the barrier in front of her.

Fifteen years of expectation and obsession have become a bubble, and the loneliness that had been buried deep in my heart has suddenly come to my mind.

With a gasp, tears as big as beans fell to the ground, and the disguise that had been hidden for many years was shattered. Zhixin bit his lips tightly, but still couldn't hold back his tears.

She hadn't called them mom and dad yet, and they hadn't heard it yet.

The first person I met in this world is gone, the person I waited for fifteen years is gone, and the home I had been looking forward to and dreaming about is also gone...

Time can fade memories, but the emotions and expectations accumulated over fifteen years have become an obsession, taking root in her heart, and cannot be erased or eliminated.

Fang Chenyue was also at a loss at the moment, and all his composure was gone.

He investigated for a long time and avenged his eldest brother and his wife. He thought that his eldest brother's child had died in the war, but only recently found out about the existence of his little niece.

Listening to Zhixin's unceasing sobs, and watching Zhixin holding her chest and crying heart-wrenchingly, as if she wanted to let out all the tears she had shed over the years, Fang Chenyue felt nothing but heartache.

Very similar. From the moment the girl walked in, he knew that this must be his eldest brother's child. They look so similar.

Zhixin wiped her tears carelessly, clutching the photo tightly, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying, and said: "What a joke... I thought... you were looking for me..."

"I thought... I could wait..."

The hall was silent, no one responded to her question, only the girl's intermittent crying echoed in the empty hall.

Subtle, but deafening.

Fang Chenyue wanted to reach out to comfort Zhixin, but his hand stopped in mid-air. Crying would make him feel better, he said in a heavy tone, "Do you want to go see them?"

The girl looked up instantly and nodded with a choked voice: "Go."

"Then come with me." Fang Chenyue patted her shoulder and turned around.

Zhixin followed Fang Chenyue through the teleportation barrier and came to the cemetery. There were tombstones all over the mountain, and only an old man was silently cleaning them.

Zhixin looked into the distance. Although it was a cemetery, it was exceptionally quiet.

Every mountain has its own bones. Tranquility and peace are never easily obtained.

"This is the Martyrs' Cemetery, and it's also the final resting place of the Fang family. Your parents are buried here. Come with me."

Fang Chenyue stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Mr. Mo, Fang Qingyue Lin Jue's daughter is here to pay homage."

The old man stopped sweeping the broom, raised his wrinkled eyelids, and looked at the girl with red eyes with his cloudy eyes. After a moment, an old and dull voice sounded: "Go."

Zhixin came to the tombstones of the two and stood there for a long time. Finally, he placed a pure white daisy on them, which he had specially brought before entering the cemetery.

Fang Chenyue also put down the daisy, his eyes were sad, he wanted to say something but just sighed and said, "Just chat with them."

After saying this, he left the place.

Fang Chenyue returned to Mr. Mo, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at the air beside him.

"Come out, you've been watching for so long." Fang Chenyue returned to his serious look.

As he finished speaking, the air seemed to be torn apart, and a black-haired boy with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and sunny and handsome appearance appeared.

His slender figure is as tall as a pine tree, with a smile on his face, full of vigor and fearlessness.

A white T-shirt tucked into the waist, a blue shirt worn as an outer layer, light grey casual pants, and sneakers, a very youthful outfit.

The young man looked into the depths of the cemetery, was silent for a moment and said, "Uncle, don't you think it's strange that she cried like that just after meeting? Aren't you afraid that she was acting?"

Fang Chenyue's face darkened: "Acting? Do you think I can't tell if it's acting?"

"Although I don't know why, her sadness is not fake, brat, she is your sister."

The boy tossed the scroll in his hand and said affirmatively: "Of course she is my sister."

After thinking for a moment, the boy shattered the scroll and disappeared. A voice came into the air: "I'll go eavesdrop."

Fang Chenyue's fists were hard, veins popped out on his forehead: "Fang Shaoli!"

"This bastard really pissed me off."

Mr. Mo, who was sweeping the floor nearby, laughed hoarsely: "Haha, young people, you should communicate more."

At this moment, Zhixin was leaning against the tombstone, hugging his knees, staring blankly at the ground beneath his feet. He had a thousand words stuck in his chest, but he didn't know how to start.

She sat silently beside the tombstone for a long time, until the floating leaves were blown into her arms by the wind. Then she slowly came back to her senses and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She thought she would have a lot to say if they were still there.

Zhixin gently touched the tombstone and whispered, "Dad, Mom, I finally found you."

She sniffed, her expression stubborn: "You know, I don't usually cry, but it seems like I've been saving all my tears for today, and it also seems like I've been saving all my words for today."

"I haven't called anyone else mom or dad either. I just remember yours. You didn't expect that, did you?"

The blue sky, the clouds rolling and floating in the sky, Zhixin seemed to really see the shadow of the past.

The voice was erratic, and sounded like the person talking to himself.

"I have always thought, since I was very young, that one day you will come to pick me up, and I will be able to proudly tell you that I have not forgotten you."

"I have imagined hundreds of scenarios where you could be, and I have many, many places I want to go with you.

She put her head on her knees and looked at the tombstone: "Now, it seems impossible to achieve it."

Zhixin sniffed, reached out his hand and patted his father's tombstone, as if patting his father on the shoulder: "I actually don't want to come to the Fang family. The young master sounds like trouble."

"But, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up. As a result, I can only tell you what I have to say."

"Really, what a pity..."

"By the way, I have kept my name very carefully. My father gave it to me personally. I remember it. It's Zhixin. It sounds nice. I like it very much."

The girl leaned against the tombstone with red eyes and tear marks on her face. She expressed every word to the invisible person, expressing her days and nights of waiting and anticipation.

Even though she knew that these were all her imagination, the obsession that trapped her, and the knot in her heart that she refused to get out of.

She just... wanted to talk to them.

The boy in the corner leaned against a big tree, listening to the girl's nagging in silence.

The shadows of the trees danced, and the sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a shadow on his drooped eyelashes, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

The breeze blew past, leaving only mottled and broken leaf shadows on the ground.