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It was so good that he didn't know what to do.

"Then why …"

All of Han Sifeng's questions were stuck in his throat, as if he could spit them out with a little force.

"You are the best sister in the world, and I... Not worthy... "Not worthy …" Han Muyun clenched his teeth and walked out of the room without finishing his sentence.

Not worthy to be her brother.

He wasn't worth such a good girl.

The door slammed shut, and Han Muyun seemed to have carried away all the restless elements in the air.

The only one left was Han Sifeng, who was rolling around in pain in the boring room.

Not worthy?

Could it be that her feelings were a burden to him?

Han Sifeng's heart became even more confused.

Her mind was in chaos.

He did not want to understand what he had said, nor did he want to think about what he had done.

Deep inside Han Sifeng's heart, it was filled with his tears.

Yes, it didn't matter if it was a joke or not. What Han Sifeng cared the most about was his tears.

Why are you crying?

Why was her proud little brother crying in front of her?

Han Sifeng tidied up his messy clothes and lay on his side, hugging his blanket. His brain seemed to be filled with tears, unable to think of anything.

No sleep at all.

After an unknown period of time, the bedroom door opened and a light sound of footsteps could be heard walking to the bedside.

Han Muyun stood on the edge of the bed and stared at Han Sifeng.

As for Han Sifeng, he was facing the wall with his eyes closed. He didn't even need to turn his head to know that Han Muyun had arrived.

His aura could be discerned from afar.

Even amongst the tens of thousands of people, with his eyes closed, Han Sifeng would be able to accurately walk in front of him.

Han Sifeng suddenly felt the bed sink slightly, then he heard Han Muyun's low voice, "You're not asleep?"

Han Sifeng didn't say anything and continued to curl up, not moving at all.

Han Muyun let out a soft sigh and kneeled on the bed. A hand came from behind and touched Han Sifeng's forehead. He said in a low voice, "Sorry."

Han Sifeng's fingers started to tremble uncontrollably.

Han Muyun suddenly lifted her blanket and leaned over. He gently hugged Han Sifeng and whispered, "Are you very cold?"

There were faint traces of tears on her face, suffused with a sense of coldness. However, her body was still trembling slightly.

Han Sifeng clenched his teeth hard and tried his best to pretend that he was asleep.

"Did my willfulness hurt you?" Han Muyun whispered in her ear, "I can't help myself …" "Feng, I'm sorry."

He buried his head in Han Sifeng's hair and smelled the fragrance as his breathing slowly became steady.

"I want to see you happy, but I can't help it. You hate me like this, don't you? Me too... "Hate yourself."

"Feng, can you wait for me? "I hate myself for repeatedly harming myself and for hesitating and hesitating …"

Han Muyun continued to mutter, "I just want to look at you. I want to hug you like this. Real …"

"Don't be afraid of me, okay? If I can't help doing something that hurts you, don't leave me, okay? " His voice trailed off.

Her scent was so clean, so clean and cold that he didn't want to let go …

Don't leave, he wants to have it forever.

Han Sifeng closed his eyes, and for some reason, he started to shed tears again.

It was as if his eyes were injured, and tears were streaming down his face.

"I really don't dare to call you big sister, I'm scared …"

His trembling hand tried to touch her face, but stopped in mid-air.

Separated by the air, Han Sifeng could feel the warmth of his palm.

"I am not worthy …" "I am not worthy of having such pure emotions from you …"

Han Muyun dejectedly withdrew his hand. His voice was so low that it could barely be heard. "I'm a demon …"

In her heart, he was a demon.

And she was an angel, looking at him from a distance.

They wanted to love each other, but they couldn't.

Han Muyun's voice got softer and softer, causing Han Sifeng's heart to hurt more and more.

Why did Han Muyun say such strange things?

And why had she wept over these words?

He was his own brother.

The one she felt the most pain for, the one she wanted to protect the most.

Why had she left him?

Even if he is the worst man in the world, Han Sifeng is still his sister.

Even if there was only one person left beside him, that person would still be Han Sifeng.

His embrace was very warm. As Han Sifeng thought about it, he unknowingly fell into a dream-like state that was drenched in tears.

In the dream, he returned to his childhood, where he lost his memories … It's just so beautiful...

On the morning of the second day, Han Sifeng opened his eyes and found that Han Muyun was no longer on the bed.

It was as if he had had an absurd dream last night.

Maybe it really was just a dream.

Han Sifeng rubbed his sore eyes, pushed himself up and got off the bed in his thick clothes.

The moment he opened the door, he saw Qin Yao sitting on the sofa, reading a newspaper.

Instead, it was Han Muyun who was standing in front of the window as he made the call.

"You guys are so early." With reddened and swollen eyes, Han Sifeng turned to Qin Yao and said in an awkward tone, as he stole a glance at Han Muyun.

Qin Yao's expression was a little ugly, but there was still a gentle smile on his lips. Han Muyun, with his back facing Han Sifeng, acted as if he hadn't heard anything as he continued to pick up the phone.

"Feng, did you not sleep well?" Why are your eyes so swollen? " Qin Yao asked with a smile.

Han Muyun finally turned his head to look at Han Sifeng, then turned his face away.

"I... "I've had a nightmare …" Han Sifeng smiled unnaturally and walked towards the bathroom.

The girl in the mirror had a pale face and red eyes. Under her slender neck, a dark red color could be faintly seen.

It was a shocking revelation of what had happened last night.

Han Sifeng opened his collar, his neck was densely covered in dark red marks, which was a kiss mark.

Red strawberries and fair skin stood in stark contrast.

Like a nightmare, it was deeply engraved in her heart.

Am I not good enough? Elder sister?

This sentence once again spun through his mind.

The pain in his heart rippled, and he could not help but cry.

When had he become so unforgettable?

In the past, no matter what Han Muyun did, Han Sifeng would always forget about it the next day.

But this time, the pain was so thick it made it difficult to breathe.

"Bang."

After the door was kicked open, Han Muyun walked expressionlessly in front of the large mirror with his hands in his pockets.

Han Sifeng hurriedly pulled his collar back and covered his face with a towel.

The hot towel covered his eyes. Although he couldn't see Han Muyun, he could still feel the ruthless aura emanating from his body.

The silent space made it hard to breathe.

Han Sifeng randomly wiped his face, wiping away the expression he shouldn't have.

He dipped the towel into the hot water and didn't dare to look up at him.

Han Muyun suddenly reached out his hand towards her face with some hesitation.

Han Sifeng stood there alert as his body started to tremble uncontrollably.

What did he want to do?

Seeing that his slender hand was about to touch her cheek, Han Sifeng finally couldn't help but take a step back. The towel in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air and splashed all over his body.

"What are you doing?" Han Muyun grabbed the towel with a hint of anger.

"You … What are you doing? " Han Sifeng asked with a trembling voice.

"You have a forked hair. Is it malnourished?" Han Muyun frowned. He picked up a dry towel to wipe off the water stains on his body and said snappily, "Idiot, hurry up and make breakfast. I'm going to starve to death."

I'm just a little worried about her... Seeing her haggard face in the morning, he could not bear to see her …

Han Sifeng watched him leave in horror before finally letting out a sigh of relief. What did he have to do with his hair?

Furthermore … It wasn't white hair. Was it worth it for him to raise his hand?

Han Sifeng looked at himself in the mirror and carefully looked at the end of his hair that hung down on the side of his face.

Although she looked very thin, her black, thin, and soft hair had always been very beautiful. Even after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find a single forked hair.

She lowered her eyes in frustration. If she wasn't that crazy, she would have already been tortured to death by Han Muyun, right?

Maybe she was an idiot, but an idiot would protect himself in an idiotic way.

Other than the small episode in the morning, Han Muyun didn't show any other signs of abnormal behavior. When it was time to bully her, he didn't show the slightest mercy …

This made Han Sifeng somewhat suspicious as to whether or not something shouldn't have happened to them last night.

"The Red Braised Fish is too salty today, let's make it again!"

The moment he picked up the chopsticks, Han Muyun started to frown as he looked for trouble.

"I think it's pretty good." Qin Yao said with a smile as he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"You should try it again. It's clearly salty!" Han Muyun angrily said as he placed a large piece of fish into Qin Yao's bowl.

"Little Yun." Qin Yao couldn't help but laugh. He put down his chopsticks and said, "No wonder Little Feng is so skinny. You were the one who was torturing him."

Han Si Feng nodded his head in agreement. Seeing Han Mu Yun's cold gaze, he shuddered, lowered his head, and said sincerely, "I was born with a thin physique, so it has nothing to do with Xiao Yun … It's true! "

"You too. I told you not to go out and drink alone and not to listen. You made me wait so long for you last night!" Han Muyun didn't accept Han Sifeng's goodwill. He turned around and said to Qin Yao in a bad mood, "Your phone is off too. Don't you know there's someone waiting for you at home?"

The two of them had a good relationship.

If Han Muyun had treated her like how she treated Qin Yao, she wouldn't have to be so distressed.

While thinking, he quickly stuffed the Red Braised Fish into his mouth, hoping to get rid of the plate of fish before Han Muyun turned around. This way, he wouldn't have to do it again.

However, did Qin Yao go drinking alone last night?

It seems that she is still very sad …

"My phone ran out of battery in the afternoon. Originally, I wanted to come back and recharge it, but who knew that I would forget about it after going out shopping with Little Feng." Qin Yao explained in a good-natured manner.

"You were out shopping with her?" Han Muyun slightly raised his eyebrows. He wanted to ask about his underwear, but pretended that he didn't know anything. "Aren't we eating dinner together tonight?"

"You're not, are you?" Qin Yao laughed and patted his shoulder. "Even me …" "Uh, you're still going to be angry at me?"

He actually took his vinegar.

Please, he was just giving her some clothes. He told Han Muyun before that he was going to repay her.

"Who's angry?" Han Muyun turned around and said in a muffled voice, "Why would I be angry at you …" Hey! Han Sifeng, you've finished eating all the fish, what should we eat? Make one more serving for me! "

Ah?! It can't be?