"It's really strange. I raised you, yet," Huo Zongtao said in a perplexed tone, and then added, "Why don't you resemble me at all?"
In his plan, Huo Siyu was supposed to be like him.
Outgoing and extroverted, inheriting everything of his.
Looking at him was like looking at his younger self.
Huo Siyu's voice was calm as he listened carefully and then said, "Why should I be like you?"
Why should he be like Huo Zongtao?
He was neither like Huo Zongtao nor like Huo Tianxing; he was himself and wouldn't resemble anyone.
"Shasha shasha..."
The sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves followed, then very softly, footsteps mixed in.
Huo Siyu immediately took action, synchronizing with the sound of Huo Zongtao's footsteps, making it harder for Huo Zongtao to discern his position.
The footsteps grew farther and farther until they could no longer be heard.
