On this rainy day, a rare moment of coolness, Zuko and Lina found themselves huddled in their room, engaging in various activities like painting, reading, and playing chess, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company.

“Zuko, my parents mentioned that they’re planning to go back soon,” Lina shared.

“What?” Zuko exclaimed, taken aback. “Why so suddenly?”

“It’s not sudden!” Lina smiled mischievously, making a strategic move with a black chess piece. “Looks like I’m going to win!”

Zuko chuckled and surrendered, playing along.

“What I mean is, why can’t they stay a few more days? There are still so many places in Centrolis they haven’t visited yet.”

“Well… maybe they feel they’ve already stayed long enough, and they still have the supermarket to take care of,” Zuko replied, his gaze dimming slightly. His expression became somewhat complex. He set the chessboard aside and led Lina to the bookshelf, retrieving a photo album.

Curiosity sparked within Lina.

In a gentle voice, Zuko said, “Since we’ve come this far in our relationship… I shouldn’t have any secrets from you.”

“So, are you going to show me your childhood photos?” Lina asked playfully.

for her to open the

into a magical

one-month-old photo—a tiny, naked baby peacefully asleep, adorned

photo—dressed in a vibrant red shirt, chubby hands and feet, a golden charm dangling around

shirt with a bowtie, gazing innocently at the camera

and five-year-old photos—once he could run and jump,

pointed to a baby in one

him when

Lina noticed another baby, slightly puzzled. “She’s wearing pink clothes, so she can’t be Toph,

brow twitched as he calmly looked at her. “That’s a little girl. She was

your cousin?” Lina

“No.”

“Then who is she?”

moistened his lips and spoke slowly. “She… is the person I’ve been engaged to since

changed, and she stared at him

voice quivered slightly. “Lina, keep flipping through

any more,” Lina snapped, closing

her being emitted a clear message to him—”I’m not

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