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"I'm leaving." Le Dian Yin quickly let go and said with a smile.

"I'll send you back."

"No need …" "Hurry up and go back, or he'll be worried."

When Han Si Feng heard this, he felt as if his heart was hit by a snowflake and felt slightly cold.

It was as if all the words spoken from his mouth had a deeper meaning.

With that, he waved back at Han Sifeng, then turned around and left.

Han Sifeng wanted to send him off, but his feet couldn't control him as he stood on the spot.

They could only watch as his figure became further and further away, until he gradually disappeared into the snowy night.

Deep in her heart, she felt a sense of sorrow, as if that person was her own self, slowly vanishing into the darkness.

As time passed, no one would ever be able to remember that she had come to this world before …

Aiya! If he didn't get back home before Han Muyun did, he would be finished.

It was too late to hurt her, so Han Si Feng thought of Han Muyun and rushed out onto the street.

He prayed to God and took a taxi home.

Because of the snow, the road was blocked by cars.

When Han Xifeng arrived downstairs panting, he saw that the elevator downstairs was just about to close …

She quickly rushed in and ran headfirst into a person.

Han Sifeng hurriedly lowered his head in apology, "Sorry, right …"

Something didn't seem right …

Why was the small space in the elevator filled with the smell of Han Muyun?

Han Sifeng's gaze moved from his feet to his pants that had been knocked over. He felt dizzy. Did God just protect her like this?

That's right, even if Han Muyun didn't die, he would still rush back and stand in the elevator …

Han Muyun looked coldly at the "good elder sister", who came home so late with her schoolbag.

While he was making the call, this woman was enjoying herself outside!

The snowflakes on her shoulders that she hadn't melted in time, and the way she was panting and hurrying, it was as if she had gone out to steal food and dared to return home in a hurry.

Han Sifeng didn't dare to raise his head to look at his younger brother, who was emitting an unfriendly aura. With a bitter face, he quietly moved to the furthest corner, wishing he could immediately disappear.

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor and the auntie who lived upstairs came in.

This auntie was a member of the residential committee. Every night, she would lead the dance in the square, and she was very familiar with all the houses in the district.

Therefore, when she saw this pair of beautiful siblings, she immediately smiled and greeted them, "Yo, did the siblings just leave school? "It's snowing so heavily outside, the first snow of the year …"

"Mm …" Han Sifeng forced a smile.

Han Muyun had a cold expression the entire time, so the resident committee auntie didn't mind.

This pair of brother and sister were very interesting. The elder sister was gentle and cute, while the younger brother was handsome and cold. He was famous in the district.

"I heard it's going to be snowing for another two days. It's rare to see such a large amount of snow here." The grandma was still enthusiastically chatting, "The children can go and have a snowball fight tomorrow..." Sigh, it's been so many years since I've seen such a heavy snowfall … "

"Mm …" Han Sifeng peeked at Han Muyun in the mirror inside the elevator.

His eyes were gloomy, just like the snowy sky outside. His body was stretched out in a straight line, his clenched fist hanging by his side …

Han Sifeng didn't dare to continue watching …

Right now, she could only hope that this talkative and warm-hearted aunt beside her would not abandon her and leave …

Unfortunately, the grandma still left.

When they reached their own floor, Han Sifeng did not move. He remained curled up in a corner like a transparent person.

Han Muyun finally moved.

When the elevator door opened, he grabbed Han Sifeng by the collar and carried her home.

Storm... No, the storm was coming.

After more than ten minutes, Han Sifeng's posture was almost numb, but Han Muyun still looked at her with a dark expression without saying a word.

This kind of confrontation frightened Han Sifeng. If it was just Xiao Yun scolding her like usual, then forget it. But if he didn't say anything today, it made people feel even more pressured.

Since he didn't move, Han Sifeng didn't dare to move.

The Old Ancestor's words about pre-empting the enemy were all lies.

In front of Han Muyun, it was like being in front of a hungry tiger. He mustn't act rashly, or else he would be torn to shreds with no chance of winning.

At this moment, Han Sifeng was sitting on the sofa with a very obedient face.

A well-behaved person loves to see flowers bloom when they see flowers — — But among these people, Han Muyun was not one of them.

Han Muyun continued to gaze at Han Sifeng's face with a peaceful gaze.

Without guessing, she must have gone to see Le Dian Yin.

He didn't want Han Sifeng and Le Dian Yin to be together because it was obvious that his stupid big sister had some special feelings for that seriously ill man.

Furthermore, Le Dian Yin's IQ and shrewdness were not something that a simple person like her could understand. He could be a good mentor and could also become a spiritual poison.

Just as Han Xinfeng was about to collapse from his gaze, Han Muyun's phone rang.

Han Muyun took out his phone, but his gaze was still on Han Sifeng's face.

This made Han Si Feng have the illusion that he was going to smash his phone in his face, but to his surprise, Han Mu Yun calmly answered the call.

"..." "Hmm …" "Alright, wait a moment." After a few simple sentences, Han Muyun hung up the phone and continued to stare coldly at the young girl on the sofa.

She was indeed becoming more and more beautiful, just like a butterfly. From her tranquil appearance, a trace of a gorgeous color emerged.

Han Muyun believed that in another two years, she would be like a flower bud hidden in the green. When it blossomed, it would attract countless berserk bees, waves, and butterflies.

Han Sifeng took a deep breath. It seemed he had to speak.

She couldn't stand the silence.

He opened his mouth, but before Han Sifeng's voice could slip from his chest to his throat, Han Muyun suddenly turned around and walked towards the hallway.

"Little... "Cloud …" Han Sifeng tried to sound it out.

Han Muyun changed into a pair of shoes and didn't even raise his head as he opened the door and walked out.

"Xiao Yun, bring the umbrella …" The door slammed shut, cutting off Han Sifeng's voice.

This kid, it's snowing so hard outside, he'll freeze to death.

Thinking of this, Han Sifeng quickly took the umbrella, changed his shoes, and ran out.

Fortunately, Han Muyun was waiting for the elevator and didn't go out.

"..." "Umbrella."

Han Sifeng carefully handed the umbrella in front of him. He knew he was angry, but he couldn't ignore him.

Han Muyun's sharp eyes swept over the slightly timid Han Si Feng.

Her timid expression was really infuriating.

Han Muyun clenched his fists and said in a suppressed voice, "Scram."

Eh?

Han Sifeng felt that there was a problem with his hearing.

Did she hear wrong?

Han Muyun had actually said the word "f * ck off" to her.

Although he usually quarreled and was angry, Han Muyun never said these kinds of things to Han Sifeng.

"I said get lost!" When Han Muyun saw that Han Sifeng was still standing on the spot with a slow reaction, he finally exploded.

Han Muyun lifted Han Sifeng's collar with one hand and a trace of pain flashed across his usually calm eyes, "What else do you want? Is torturing me fun? I don't want to see you again... Do you hear me? "

Torture him?

Han Sifeng didn't understand why he said that.

But when she saw the pain in his eyes, her heart ached.

"You … What's the matter with you? " Han Sifeng's heart was in pain. The young man in front of her was not her little brother.

Her little brother Han Muyun's eyes were always filled with self-confidence and pride, and he would never show such an expression of pain.

"He was clearly with me, but he was shouting his name in his dreams. Is he that important? Is he more important than me? "

Han Muyun couldn't control his strength and nearly pushed Han Sifeng to the ground in a frenzy. Then he turned around and walked into the elevator that just opened up.

He was afraid that if he were to face Han Sifeng face to face again, he would accidentally kill her.

Xiao Yin's name?

Han Sifeng watched as the elevator door gradually closed. Han Muyun's handsome face slowly disappeared as his heart suddenly shrank.

Was she calling Xiao Yin's name?

This morning, Han Muyun had said that she had called out another man's name all night long. She thought he was calling out to Qin Yao …

After an unknown amount of time, Han Sifeng slowly got up from the ground and returned home.

Perhaps it was because Xiao Yin was leaving that he would dream of him and call out his name …

Because no one knew whether or not Xiao Yin would return after he left …

If he had to think in another place, it wouldn't be a big deal. Han Sifeng didn't understand why Han Muyun was so angry.

This was too domineering, to even care about other people's dreams!

Han Sifeng walked to the large french window in the living room and pulled open the sky-blue curtain.

White snowflakes fell gracefully from the black night sky, as if they were playing a silent black and white movie. The beauty was suffocating.

But when Han Sifeng thought of Han Muyun's gaze, those beautiful snowflakes immediately shattered.

Han Muyun, ah, Han Muyun, why is there pain in your eyes?

Han Sifeng didn't understand. Was it really because she wasn't good enough to him?

Or... She gave him good, but it wasn't what Xiao Yun wanted?

Han Sifeng felt as though his heart was gradually splitting apart, and the pain he endured finally overflowed.

If it wasn't the feelings he wanted, then what was she doing?

Between siblings, what else can they give if they can't give affection?

The torture Han Muyun spoke of, wasn't it the same for Han Sifeng as well?

He could throw a tantrum, he could vent his discontent, and Han Sifeng... Other than silence, there was also silence.

The pain he felt in his heart was similar to the pain he felt in his dream, slowly engulfing his entire body.

When Han Muyun returned, he saw that Han Sifeng was still standing in front of the large window, staring blankly at the drifting snowflakes outside.

He stood behind Han Sifeng and looked at the window without saying a word.

The bright reflection of the large glass was like a mirror, clearly reflecting everything in the room.

Han Muyun saw snowflakes drifting about in her eyes that were as dark as the night sky. They were like the refraction of glass, so moving.

How could such a beautiful girl fall in love with a person with no future?

He couldn't possibly have a closer relationship between Han Si Feng and Le Dian Yin. No matter what method he used, Han Mu Yun would stop Le Dian Yin from getting close to Han Si Feng.

Whether she hated herself or not.

"We... Can we have a good talk? " After a long silence, Han Si Feng finally mustered up his courage and said, "Xiao Yun, what are you thinking about in your heart? Can you tell me? "

"You are very fond of Le Tien Yin, aren't you?" Han Muyun replied and asked coldly.