Rong Xingyu blinked his eyes as if pondering the meaning of Ding Yixin’s words.
Suddenly, it was as though Rong Xingyu had thought of something.
His eyes widened slightly.
Rong Xingyu took the phone and typed the name "Rong Zhihao" into the browser, the school’s official website, and even the school forum, one by one.
But what Rong Xingyu did not expect was that even when a bit of related information finally popped up, the person involved was no longer the Rong Zhihao he knew.
"That can’t be possible..." Rong Xingyu murmured softly. "How could there be nothing?"
Even if other places had nothing, the school’s official website and forum definitely should have had something.
Rong Xingyu clearly remembered that Rong Zhihao had once won a second prize in a competition and that the announcement had been posted together with his own name on the school’s official website for a long time.
So why couldn’t it be found now?
Rong Xingyu’s fingers suddenly paused.
He then found that old announcement and saw his own name on it.
However, after reading the announcement from beginning to end and flipping back and forth repeatedly, Rong Xingyu still could not find the three characters "Rong Zhihao" anywhere.
And the second prize for that competition... There was no longer a second prize winner listed this time?!
Rong Xingyu’s heart sank with a jolt.
He then opened his photo album and searched for their class group photos from their second year of high school.
There were many group photos of Rong Xingyu’s class, ones taken during the sports meet, during the school anniversary celebrations, and when they went camping together...
But as Rong Xingyu flipped through the photos one by one, his heart gradually sank.
At that time, Rong Zhihao had not yet gone abroad to recuperate his health.
So why was there no trace of Rong Zhihao in any of the group photos at all???
Rong Xingyu suddenly felt a chill creep over him and a wave of cold spread along his back.
How could a perfectly good person just vanish into thin air like this???
Seeing Rong Xingyu’s face turn slightly pale, Ding Yixin could not help but sigh.
He reminded Rong Xingyu from the side, "Yuyu, don’t forget, he was just a fabricated character to begin with."
Rong Xingyu: "!"
That single sentence struck him like a sudden enlightenment and clearing away his confusion in an instant.
He really seemed to have become stupid!
How had he suddenly forgotten that he was living in the world of a novel, where all kinds of bizarre things could happen?
Putting it that way, Rong Zhihao who is disappearing out of thin air... actually felt oddly normal, no, wait, that wasn’t right either!
Rong Xingyu shook Ding Yixin’s hand.
"What exactly is going on? Hurry up and tell me."
He was going to die of curiosity.
And moreover, Rong Xingyu had a faint intuition that this matter absolutely could not be unrelated to Ding Yixin.
Sure enough, Ding Yixin admitted it next.
It turned out that back then, of all the energy he had plundered from the taskers, the majority had been used to maintain the operation of this small world, while another portion had been used to correct the world’s settings, such as Rong Xingyu’s blood relations.
However, the remaining energy was insufficient to reverse time and save Rong Xingyu’s parents.
But just like a butterfly flapping its wings and triggering a tornado two weeks later in another place.
Unexpectedly, the character Rong Zhihao disappeared as a result.
"Calling it disappearance isn’t entirely accurate. He may now be living somewhere in the world under a different identity."
Ding Yixin gently rubbed Rong Xingyu’s hair and said in a low voice.
"Ah!" Rong Xingyu opened his mouth and let out a sigh that didn’t carry much meaning. "So that’s how it is."
Speaking of Rong Zhihao, he actually did make Rong Xingyu feel rather wistful.
After all, without a god’s-eye view, from Rong Zhihao’s perspective, Rong Xingyu really was the one who had been forced to "steal" more than ten years of his privileged life.
Even if Rong Zhihao could rationally understand that Rong Xingyu was innocent in this whole "real and fake young master" affair, emotionally, it was inevitable that he would harbor resentment toward Rong Xingyu.
How could one possibly demand that Rong Zhihao completely not mind and peacefully coexist with Rong Xingyu like this?
Therefore, Rong Zhihao’s attitude all along, and even the various little schemes he pulled behind the scenes, were things Rong Xingyu never really took to heart.
However, being able to understand it did not mean that Rong Xingyu was so saintly as to pretend that all of Rong Zhihao’s previous underhanded maneuvers had never existed.
It was just that, in reality, those actions had not actually caused Rong Xingyu any real harm.
Now that Rong Zhihao could have a life of his own, then Rong Xingyu could only hope that from now on, he would cherish it properly.
"Mm?" Rong Xingyu’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted.
Because Ding Yixin used one hand to pinch his cheek.
As a result, Rong Xingyu’s mouth was forced into the shape of a little duck’s beak.
He blinked his eyes a few times and looking at Ding Yixin in confusion, wanting to ask what Ding Yixin was doing.
But because his cheek and mouth were both being pinched, Rong Xingyu could only make muffled, indistinct sounds: "You ＃＄％^@?"
Rong Xingyu: "..."
He could only use his eyes to question what Ding Yixin meant by this.
Ding Yixin did not let go. Instead, while maintaining that posture, he leaned down and kissed Rong Xingyu’s uniquely shaped "little duck beak."
Rong Xingyu’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at Ding Yixin’s magnified features. "Mm mm?"
One kiss was not enough.
Ding Yixin’s lips left for only a brief instant before landing on Rong Xingyu’s lips again.
This repeated several times, and on the final time, Ding Yixin did not let Rong Xingyu off.