"Mom, do you remember the terrible fever I had when I was four?"
"Of course, I remember. You tricked the whole family, saying you were off to a friend's house, but you were actually waiting for a little boy. You waited for him day after day, and in the end, you never met him and even got caught in the rain."
Susanna paused mid-sentence, suddenly realizing something, and looked at her in astonishment, "Wait, that little boy, could it be Orion? Xan, did you regain your memory?"
Xanthea nodded, "Yep!"
"That's great! I've always been worried you might have lingering issues from that. And Orion, so you two were childhood sweethearts. I thought Xan was making it up. What a wonderful fate!"
"What?" Samuel, hearing this, jumped up again, "Orion, are you the reason Xan forgot all about me?"
“Haha!” The whole family burst into laughter. Xanthea leaned in and whispered to Oliver, "Also, Uncle Oliver, that little boy we saved from the fire that year was Orion."
"Really?"
Oliver was taken aback. No wonder he always felt that Orion's affection for Xan seemed both inexplicable and overwhelmingly intense, as if he had been in love for many, many years.
It wasn't an illusion. Their destiny had been intricately intertwined from the very beginning.
"I didn't realize I played a part in this. Well, I'll be the officiant without any doubt!"
"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Alright, dinner's served. Let's eat and talk."
The family gathered together, chatting and laughing. Oliver took an international call. He needed to travel abroad next month and asked Orion in advance, "Orion, have you thought about when you'd like the engagement ceremony to be?"
"Next month, on the 9th."
Everyone was stunned with his words, especially Samuel, who nearly choked on a quail egg, "That's in 9 days?!"
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