Novel Square
Chapter 1685 First Encounter IV
Chapter 1685 First Encounter IV
Chapter 1685 First Encounter IV
In the vast expanse of ice and snow, a young man trudged forward against the wind and snow with a
small bundle on his back that was not yet as tall as his legs. The little one had a fever and kept
babbling incoherently, sometimes calling out for "brother," other times for "mom," sounding so delicate
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Afraid that the child might fall asleep, the young man struck up a conversation with him. "What's your
name?"
The little guy seemed confused at first but after a while he remembered his name. "I'm ... Aarav
Riddle."
She leaned in close to his ear and shouted loudly over the howling wind and snow, "Remember this:
you have to find someone named Aarav Riddle someday."
"When you do find him, I'll let you be my knight!"
"Then you have to come to me with love letters and gifts!"
Her voice was tinged with youthful innocence yet resolute determination; it cut through the storm clearly
into the young man's ears.
He thought absentmindedly that he had been a bodyguard before but now he had become a knight -
did this mean he got promoted?
Aarav Riddle...
It was definitely a boy's name.
The little one probably didn't understand why another boy should confess their love to him; maybe
because they were too young.
Perhaps feeling ignored for too long, the child on his back became dissatisfied again. His small mouth
started chattering again: "Did you hear what I said?"
The youth pursed his lips. "Yes."
The little guy poked him in the face with an outstretched hand. "Then hurry up! I've never had anyone
be my knight before - you're my first!"
"Okay," said the young man.
"You're the boss since you're younger," he added with a chuckle.
He didn't know why he was laughing, but he couldn't help it. "When you grow up, I'll bring flowers and
confess my love to you," he whispered.
The little one on his back became sentimental again, but she didn't stay quiet for long. "Hey, do you
know how to confess your love to someone?" she asked.
The young man replied with silence. How could he possibly know about such things?
His silence was an obvious answer.
The little one became impatient. "How can you not even know how to confess your love? If you don't do
well, my parents won't approve of you being my knight!" she exclaimed.
Again, the young man remained silent. Who raised this little troublemaker? She had a bad temper and
was so spoiled that it made him wonder what would happen if she were a girl instead of a boy.
Whoever married her would have their hands full!
Seeing that he wasn't responding, the little one's cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish in anger. "Hurry up
and learn! Tell me what to say so I can judge whether or not I'm satisfied with your confession!"
The boy thought to himself, "Am I crazy? Why am I even thinking about how to confess my feelings to
someone?" At eleven or twelve years old, he naturally had no idea how to do it.
Suddenly, he remembered a warm afternoon from his childhood when he walked by a glass
greenhouse and overheard his mother reciting a few lines of poetry. It was something beautiful...
In the midst of wind and snow, the young boy's voice grew low and hoarse as he spoke aloud: "Love at
first sight is the most irrational kind of love because you are the reason that makes sense for me to
love."
He didn't know if the little one on his back could understand him or not but they both stayed quiet with
eyes wide open.
Looking into those hopeful eyes for a moment longer, the boy continued speaking: "I long for nothing
more than to cherish you tenderly throughout my life. To keep you safe and secure in my heart. To
treasure every moment we share together."