[Memories]
Summer hasn't arrived yet, and the spring breeze hums lightly...
Fifteen-year-old Liang Yichao returned home to find the meal was once again prepared by the maid, and his parents were nowhere to be seen. He was so frustrated that he wanted to flip the dining table.
His brother had already left for college.
There were hardly any fun kids in the entire villa area. When he finally found the neighbor of the next neighbor, Gu Zixuan's brother, Gu Zixi, who seemed fun, he turned out to be clueless. Just a little teasing, and he would pout and say, "I want to read, not play with you..."
Liang Yichao: "..."
Inside his head: Damn it!
A lonely childhood had led him to dig bird holes, shoot slingshots, ride racing bikes, and play video games.
He'd set fires, taken apart furniture.
But none of that could compare to the feeling of coming home each time to a group of cold people respectfully bowing to him, saying, "Young Master!" making him feel his home was endlessly boring.
