However, strangely, instead of jealousy, what filled his heart was a quiet warmth. It was an emotion that felt both familiar and real, as if he himself had been the one waiting to receive these gifts all along.
It was strange.
From the moment he'd met Rong Zishan earlier that day and even before that, when he'd met his eldest and third brothers, he had felt an inexplicable closeness toward them.
Even though they'd only met recently, it was as if his heart easily accepted the role of being their younger brother.
Maybe it was because… he had always longed to have older brothers of his own?
Because of that, although he had planned to spend the night working on a few sets of practice problems, Rong Xingyu ended up spending most of his evening carefully organizing the pile of gifts that Rong Zishan had brought for him.
It wasn't until he was lying in bed and ready to sleep, that he finally had time to sort through the parts of the novel's story he could still remember.
