The Yan clan's estate was a house filled to the brim with opulence. In the frontpart, there were statues and valuable paintings arranged tastefully. Perhaps it was arranged by an interior designer, Yan Jiahui mused.

He cast his gaze to the woman who was holding his hand and walking by his side. Based on the information, this seemed to be the host body's sister?

Yan Jiahui eased his expression, looking at the surroundings in faux wander. Like an excited child, he tugged on the hand that was holding his own, and Yang Lingjie turned to him, a worried set to her face.

Her worried expression disappeared as soon as she saw his excited eyes, shifting here and there. Behind them, Yan Fangyi yawned.

"This is our family's estate," She began, soft and gentle like what an older sister is. "You've been living here for eighteen years... before you moved out."

Move out where? Yan Jiahui tilted his head, staring at his sister with a perplexed look. Yan Lingjie pursed her lips, suddenly regretting her decision to speak to her youngest sibling.

"....It's nothing," She shook her head, and moved her hand to pat his head. Underneathe the warmth of her hand, he could only stare up at her in confusion.

Several feet away from them, his older brother snorted, and commented in a snide tone. "Rather than moving out, it would be more accurate to say that he was abducted."

Yan Lingjie narrowed her eyes, and was about to berate her other younger brother, before another voice cut them off.

"Xiao Yi, Xiao Jie..." A man stood at the top of a tall staircase, staring down at them. The man looked particularly handsome, with a sharp jawline that could cut glass. "I see you have returned with Xiao Hui."

[Host, restrain yourself.]

How could he restrain himself!???? This person standing in front of him was handsome, and seems to be very rich!!!

[This man isn't the target. He is also your older brother.]

.....Fuck.

With an unwilling heart, Yan Jiahui restrained himself. If he recalled correctly, the target he was supposed to break the heart of was Li Xian... His ex(?).

[That's correct. Do your best, host. The time limit is; 2 years, 264 days.]

...He wasn't aware that there was a time limit!!

Yan Fanglong observed his younger siblings carefully, and found that his youngest brother, (that once used to cling to him, that had once proclaimed that he wanted to marry him, that had once fought with him before leaving the household for good-) was staring blankly at the air. Feeling concerned, he headed down the staircase, and just as he was about to touch Jiahui's head, his little brother stepped backwards, as if scared.

Yan Fanglong narrowed his eyes. "Is he alright?" He asked, turning to his younger sister.

Yan Lingjie nodded, biting her lower lips, not knowing if she should reveal their younger brother's amnesia. After a while of hesitation, she sighed. "Aside from a few bruises here and there, he's alright. But..."

"But?" Yan Fanglong waited patiently.

"He seemed to lost his memories," Yan Lingjie firmly spoke,  and continued. "Aside from that, he was unwilling to talk too."

Really? Seemed to be spoken in the oldest brother's eyes. However, he didn't voice out his doubts, and instead, patted Jiahui's head.

Yan Jiahui stayed, rooted to his spot as Yan Fanglong patted his head. Seeing his wide-eyed look, Yan Fanglong felt a twinge of regret, but willed it to go away.

"Alright then," He spoke, pulling back his hand. "Take him back to his room. I'll be in the study."

Yan Lingjie tugged on his hand, and smiled at him. "You heard him. Let me show you the way to your room, okay?"

Yan Jiahui attempted to smile back at her, but it fell short. Her smile faltered, before she shook her head, shaking away her bad thoughts, and led Yan Jiahui through the maze of corridors.

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Yan Jiahui stepped into the room, where dust did not gather. A layer of memories, however, lingered.

It was as if the room has frozen in time. There were books on his table, a collection of writing utensils gathered in a cup not far away from it. On his bed, the blankets and pillows were arranged, waiting for him to return from his absence.

The potted plant in the corner of the room seemed flourishing, green leaves reaching out and a pale yellow bloom peeking out. His closet was open, clothes arranged by colour and type. On the ceilling, luminescent stars could be seen.

It really seemed like the room hadn't changed one bit. However, Yan Jiahui knew.

The picture frame that was once on his table, that framed a photograph of him and Li Xian had disappeared.

The jacket that Li Xian had bought for him, a matching couple's jacket, is gone.

Such subtle things to take out, Yan Jiahui mused. Seems thst this family is willing to protect their little prince as much as they could.

Hiding a small smile, he went straight to the bed, and flopped down onto it.

[Ding! This system has retrieved the information that host asked for. The next time host will meet the target is; 5 days and 8 hours.]

But no matter how much the Yan family tries to separate them, the will of the gods cannot be denied.

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1 month later and i finally updated
hooray