He quietly approached Xingxing's bed, reaching towards his waist. As his fingertips brushed against the fabric of the clothes, Ye Ziyu, lying beside them, woke up.
Di Mingjue quickly withdrew his hand, looking awkwardly into Ye Ziyu's eyes.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ziyu's voice was hoarse as she spoke.
Whenever it concerned Ye Ziyu, Di Mingjue would immediately become flustered, completely forgetting what he had intended to investigate.
He poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Ye Ziyu. Only after watching her drink the entire glass did he relax.
"What were you about to do just now?" Ye Ziyu asked again.
Glancing back at Xingxing, Ye Ziyu took the examination report out of her pocket and handed it to Di Mingjue.
"Allergic?" Ye Ziyu looked at Xingxing, excitedly pulling his arm. "Does this mean we are both allergic to the same ingredient?"
Di Mingjue nodded.
Ye Ziyu couldn't believe it. After digesting the information for a long time, she spoke again, "Mingjue, do you believe in coincidences in this world?"
Di Mingjue shook his head.
Too many coincidences were bound to be intentional; otherwise, how could such inexplicable things happen?
Ye Ziyu also shook her head, muttering, "I don't believe it either. But there are too many coincidences between Xingxing and me. We ate hot pot together during the day, and our favorite foods and tastes are the same. At first, I thought we were quite fated, but now that even our allergies are the same, I find it too coincidental."
Her allergy was inherited from Lu Yuman. If Xingxing was also allergic to a certain ingredient like her, did it mean he also had a blood relationship with her?
Now, the birthmark on his waist was the only way to further prove it.
Di Mingjue walked around to Xingxing's bedside. His resistance was not as strong as Ye Ziyu's, and he naturally woke up slower.
Repeating his previous actions, Di Mingjue pulled up Xingxing's shirt. The red birthmark was positioned precisely on his left waist.
Confirming that the red mark was a birthmark, Ye Ziyu's eyes welled up with tears. Was Xingxing truly Si Bao? The Si Bao they had searched for with all their might had unexpectedly been by their side all along.
However, these alone could not prove anything. They were educated individuals and needed to act like them.
Di Mingjue gently held Ye Ziyu's arm, which was about to move, and whispered close to her ear, "Don't rush. Let's do a paternity test first. If the data shows that Xingxing is indeed Si Bao, then everything will be fine. If not, don't be sad."
"Okay," Ye Ziyu nodded. "But I believe Xingxing is Si Bao."
The first day she came to the Ye family residence, the moment she saw Xingxing, she felt he was very familiar, possessing a strange sense of closeness. Before he was adopted, she had always thought it was because he was Ye Shaoting's child, and they were somewhat related. However, knowing he was adopted made Ye Ziyu feel very strange.
She was already impatient to have them undergo the paternity test, eager to confirm their relationship as soon as possible.
Di Mingjue stood by Xingxing's bed and gently plucked a strand of hair from his head.
Perhaps due to the slight pain, Xingxing opened his eyes.
"Awake?" Di Mingjue asked, looking down.
Xingxing nodded, looking at Ye Ziyu on the adjacent hospital bed. He couldn't quite comprehend why they were both in the hospital room again. Was everything that happened afterwards just a dream?
He secretly pinched his thigh under the covers. Feeling the pain, Xingxing quickly asked, "Why are we in the hospital?"
"We had an allergic reaction," Ye Ziyu said with a smile, as if an allergic reaction wasn't a bad thing but rather a joyous occasion.
Xingxing looked down at the red bumps on his hand, which had not completely disappeared, and memories began to flood back.