Countless bullet comments flooded the screen.
“[ST team is amazing.]”
“[Ye Shen^[1]Shen meaning is God is amazing, MVP for all three rounds, he counter-jungled so well that the enemy almost went into depression.]”
“[The enemy was already going into depression, they were getting ganked under their tower, while our teammates were always one step too slow. I’m really worried that Ye Shen might get beaten up by the crowd backstage.]”
“[Kuang Ye is eternal, I want to have your babies.]”

Mu Wan: “…”

So Kuang Ye is this popular in the esports circle? Compared to the high society, where everyone tramples on him because of the Kuang family’s disregard for him, the contrast made Mu Wan feel even more upset.

What could be more painful than your achievements being unrecognized by your own family?

Mu Wan suddenly clenched her fists, flames of determination igniting in her heart. Since no one supported Kuang Ye, she would.

So when Kuang Ye and his teammates returned from their victory celebration and arrived at the team’s base, they saw a delivery man with a massive bouquet of roses, struggling with the security guard.

Kuang Ye teased, “Oh, who’s the super fan sending this big bouquet of roses? A confession?”

To his surprise, as soon as the security guard saw him, he looked relieved, like he had seen a savior.

“Captain Kuang, you’re finally back. Someone sent you flowers.”

“The base doesn’t allow deliveries from strangers, but this delivery man is persistent. He insisted that you personally sign for it.”

Kuang Ye: “…”

The other four members of the ST team burst into laughter. Mid-laner Shen Lele couldn’t hold back and elbowed Kuang Ye, mocking him.

“Captain Kuang, a passionate confession with red roses, hurry up and sign for it.”

Kuang Ye slapped him lightly on the head. “What nonsense. Official team members are not allowed to receive fan gifts privately. Didn’t the team rules go into your dog’s stomach?”

He then walked over to the delivery man, “Return the flowers. I’m not accepting them, and tell the sender not to send them again. Supporting the team by watching the matches is the greatest support.”

The delivery man tried to argue, “But I’ve already brought them…”

Kuang Ye reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled twenty yuan bill, and handed it to the man.

“Thanks for running this errand.”

Seeing there was no way to negotiate, the delivery man sighed, took the twenty yuan as a tip, and mumbled quietly.

“The tip for this order was a hundred yuan…”

“One side wants the flowers, the other side doesn’t… Miss Mu Wan is probably going to cry.”

Kuang Ye’s expression shifted slightly, and he suddenly stopped the delivery man, doubting his ears.

“You just said… Miss Mu Wan?”

The delivery man held up the roses, signaling him to look at the note attached in the center.

“Congratulations to Kuang Ye for winning the Spring Tournament Championship. Wishing you a prosperous and bright future, with roses accompanying your path.”
Signed: Mu Wan.

Kuang Ye froze for a moment. In his memory, the name Mu Wan should never have appeared in this context. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

He suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand, and with a teasing tone, said, “Give me the roses.”

The delivery man was immediately delighted—after all, a tip of a hundred yuan was no small amount.

After the delivery man left, the other ST team members gathered around, their expressions full of confusion.

Shen Lele scolded him, “Captain, what happened to the team rules?”

He wasn’t truly angry, but just worried about Kuang Ye breaking the rules and getting fined by the manager.

Kuang Ye looked at the gorgeous red roses, removed the note from them, and tucked it into his pocket, speaking lazily with a bit of smugness, “The flowers weren’t from a fan.”

Everyone: “Hmm?”

“They’re from a friend!”

After saying that, Kuang Ye entered the base with the roses, leaving his teammates to exchange puzzled glances, still unsure of what was going on.

The ST team was all signed under Kuang Ye, so he knew everything about each of them, but they knew little about him. All they knew was that he came from a poor family, and in order to afford the travel fees to participate in a tournament, he worked in a net café for half a year when he was still a minor.

…

Mu Wan saw the order status marked as signed, and her beautiful eyes lit up. She opened WeChat, intending to send Kuang Ye a congratulatory message for his victory, asking if he liked the roses, and other such questions.

Then, she unfortunately realized—she didn’t have Kuang Ye’s WeChat.

Fiancés. No. Contact. Info.

Mu Wan: “…”

She fell back on the fluffy bed, crying over her own stupidity. When Kuang Ye had delivered shoes to her yesterday, she should have asked for his WeChat.

She opened Kuang Xingran’s WeChat.

Wan: [Can you send me Kuang Ye’s WeChat card?]

Stars in the sky, the North Star: [….]

The next second, a WeChat card with an avatar of a dazzling starry sky was sent over.

Mu Wan clicked on it, sent a friend request, but it remained unaccepted for a long time. With nothing better to do, she opened the video Kuang Xingran had sent her earlier in the afternoon.

At the entrance of a dimly lit internet café, a younger Kuang Ye, wearing a faded T-shirt and jeans, was holding a metal rod, looking rebellious. In front of him stood a disheveled adult man, looking much older than the boy, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, resembling a gangster.

The man said something, and suddenly, the young Kuang Ye erupted in anger, as if something had touched a nerve. He grabbed the metal rod and rushed at the man, beating him into a bloody mess.

In the video, Kuang Ye was ruthless and grim, like an angry wolf. But all Mu Wan could see was his bony frame, his red-rimmed eyes, his lips tightly clenched, and his hollow cheeks, which made him appear malnourished.

Mu Wan had heard from Kuang Xingran about Kuang Ye’s past. His foster father was a gambler who lost everything in the family, then sold his wife before being arrested for human trafficking. After that, Kuang Ye became a wild child, neglected by everyone.

If it hadn’t been for a chance encounter, where Kuang Ye resembled his biological father, this misunderstanding from years ago in the hospital might never have been uncovered.

As the video ended, Mu Wan turned off her phone, feeling moisture in the corner of her eyes.

The Kuang Ye in the video reminded her so much of the Kuang Ye from her past life, the one who had ended his life in the bathtub.