The Lost Banana.

Su Yuyao kept her head down, her pale, creamy little hands nervously rubbing the hem of her shirt.

She looked up at her sister Qing Mo across the table.

Seeing the coldness in her brows, she felt even more heartbroken, her eyes turning red with grievance.

Qing Mo was silent for a long time before finally speaking in a cold voice, "I can't tell him about this."

After saying that, Qing Mo coldly added, "And I won't allow you to tell him either."

Su Yuyao snapped her head up, her tear-filled eyes looking at Qing Mo with confusion and hurt.

A warm tear slipped from the corner of Su Yuyao's eye.

Seeing her crying so sadly, Qing Mo couldn't bear it and added, "At least not right now."

"Why?" Su Yuyao sniffled softly, let out a sob, and asked, her aggrieved voice laced with tears.

Qing Mo remained silent for a moment before finally voicing her concerns. "Because he has recently encountered some things that hit him very hard."

"Not long ago, he even had suicidal thoughts."

Hearing this explanation, shock surfaced in Su Yuyao's teary eyes.

"So in the near future, I don't want him to be triggered again." Qing Mo looked at Su Yuyao and asked softly, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Su Yuyao's expression went blank and numb. As if she had lost her soul, she slowly lowered her head, her clear black and white eyes filled with panic and confusion about the future.

Su Yuyao's devastated expression made Qing Mo hesitant to continue.

But there were some things that, no matter how much Qing Mo didn't want to say, she had to.

"Yaoyao."

"Actually, no matter the outcome."

"Whether Lin Yu accepts you or not."

"You..."

At this point, Qing Mo paused. After reorganizing her words, she spoke again, "You shouldn't be tied down by it for the rest of your life."

"You are still young."

"You're only a senior in high school."

"You haven't even graduated yet."

"If you really do this."

"You won't have any freedom in the future."

Su Yuyao's lifeless eyes flickered.

How could she not know what Qing Mo was saying?

But...

...

It was a child who would one day crisply call her mom...

...

Under the envious and jealous gaze of the driver, Lin Yu acted like a smug big bad wolf with its tail in the air, triumphantly helping the two women out of the car.

After getting them all the way back to Xia Muzhu's house, Lin Yu tossed them onto the bed.

And took off everything that got in the way.

Afterwards, Lin Yu turned off the lights and smoothly slipped into bed between the two of them.

He put one arm around each, letting them lean softly against him.

Having done all this, it seemed like what should follow were some activities unsuitable for children.

But after a long time, nothing happened.

In the quiet room, aside from the steady breathing of the two women, there was only Lin Yu's sigh, full of exhaustion and helplessness.

Lying in bed, Lin Yu stared blankly into the empty darkness before him.

He just felt tired.

Really tired.

Lin Yu felt he was truly insatiable.

A life where he had a woman in each arm and didn't have to worry about food or drink.

Even an ancient emperor had it no better than this, right?

No!

If an emperor didn't want to be cursed at, he still had to diligently attend to state affairs, care for the common people, and balance the powers in the royal court.

But what about him?

Where did he have so many troublesome things to do?

Yeah.

It seemed his current life was really one he wouldn't trade even to be an emperor.

Then what are you still dissatisfied with, Lin Yu?

Why do you still feel so tired?

Are you just asking for it?

Are you just being overly dramatic?

Lin Yu questioned and cursed himself in his heart.

He tried to make himself understand that this current life was great.

So great that it couldn't get any better.

The kind of great you wouldn't trade for an emperor's throne.

So you should be content.

You should feel happy.

You shouldn't be making a fuss over nothing and feeling emotionally exhausted like you are now.

Yes.

Lin Yu silently told himself in his heart.

His current life was really amazing.

If he were a monkey.

Then he already possessed countless peaches, innumerable apples, and even several beautiful female monkeys for company.

They could swing through the jungle together.

Living freely and stylishly.

But on a quiet, lonely night.

The monkey would still miss that banana he yearned for the most, but had accidentally lost.