Cyrus has been my guardian in this world. That seemed to be the case, at least on the surface. In my childhood, before my world's parents died in a car accident, we were neighbors with his family.
Cyrus's parents, immersed in their scientific research, often had little time for him.
My parents, unable to bear seeing a child in loneliness, frequently invited him to our home. Eventually, my house became his second home.
He would join us for meals almost daily.
Whenever my parents bought me a gift, they would also get one for him.
Our guest room even had a special small bed for Cyrus, for those nights when he was too scared to sleep alone.
In exchange, Cyrus often tutored me.
Blessed with his parents' high intellect, he excelled academically from a young age.
Thanks to his help, I was among the top students in my grade.
Those days were filled with happiness, only to be cut short by my parents' untimely death during a summer.
On a stormy night full of thunder and lightning, Cyrus's parents called me and told me that Cyrus was missing.
"The teacher said he left school as usual, but nobody's answering the phone when we call home.We are worry about him. We have reached a crucial stage in our research and can't leave.Could you please help find him?"
I was at the window when my parents received the call.
An uneasy feeling growing inside me as I saw the storm unfold.
My mother tried to dissuade my father from going out in such severe weather.
In the end,the concern for Cyrus ultimately outweighed the concern for danger.
After all, he was the child whom they had seen grow up.
On that rainy night, they lost their lives when their car slid off the road into a river, only to be discovered the next day once the storm had passed.
Cyrus, missing for the entire night, returned at that time. He wore brand new clothes.
But he looked at me in dismay as I ran out of the house in tears after receiving the news.
Later, I asked Cyrus where he had been that night.
After a long silence, he told me he had helped a lost little girl find her way home. The girl lived in a wealthy part of the city.
Cyrus had walked a long distance with her until they found her maid.
Just as he was about to head back home, he was halted by a sudden downpour.
The stormy weather made him hesitant to proceed.
The girl, grateful for his help, kindly offered him shelter.
She invited him to stay at her house.
The next day, he was taken back home by the girl's chauffeur, but everything had changed.
With tears in my eyes, I remember asking him why he hadn't called home if he wasn't planning to return.
He didn't call my parents to tell them the situation too.
He knew they would worry, yet he remained silent.
Cyrus didn't know how to answer, only offering apologies repeatedly.
Shortly after, his parents hurriedly moved away with him.
I ended up in the slums because my relatives took over my house
It wasn't until I awoke and was linking to the system that I understood everything.
The little girl Cyrus had helped home that day was none other than Serena, the female protagonist.
The intertwined fates of the male and female leads had begun their convergence from that moment.
