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.

her to open the

the pages as if stepping into a magical

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

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

one-year-old photo—sporting a shirt with a bowtie, gazing innocently at the

photos—once he could run and jump,

Lina pointed to

him when

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

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

your

“No.”

“Then who is she?”

moistened his lips and spoke slowly. “She… is the person

she stared at him

quivered slightly. “Lina, keep flipping through the

more,”

pore of her being emitted a clear message to

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