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If she were to fall in love with someone else, she would definitely confess before being rejected. This was her first time being rejected without experience, and it would be too embarrassing if she didn't even open her mouth.

"Ha, a few years later?" Qin Yao laughed. "A few years later, Little Feng grew up."

Staring at the stars outside the window, Qin Yao quietly said, "With him by my side, I think I'll be very happy."

Han Muyun had said that as long as she turned eighteen, everything could be told to her.

Including his love.

Han Sifeng looked at him with a puzzled expression. Qin Yao's emotionless face seemed to be covered by starlight.

She felt that Qin Yao was implying something from his words.

Who was the "he" he spoke of?

Just as he was about to ask, he heard the sound of a door closing.

Han Muyun stood in the hallway and looked at the window.

"Xiao Yun is back." Han Sifeng turned around and saw Han Muyun, then walked over in delight.

Han Muyun's entire body was cold, and his eyes were even colder than a winter night. He looked like he was in a bad mood.

"Xiao Yun, why don't you bring your phone? Is it cold? " Han Sifeng held his hand painfully and blew on it, grumbling, "Your hand is so cold."

He finally had a chance to say that his hand was cold.

Han Muyun's hand was warm and dry no matter what, but now it felt like ice.

"Are you awake?" Seeing that Qin Yao had arrived, Han Muyun withdrew his hand, took off his jacket, and handed it over to Han Sifeng. "You can go back to sleep now. It's none of your business."

"Hey, you made him wait for so long, and then he came back with such a cold sentence. How heartless!"

But when he thought of his sleepwalking, Han Sifeng immediately forgave him for what he said. He said with a smile, "I'll get you a cup of hot water, then go back to sleep."

"No need." Han Muyun changed into a pair of shoes and walked straight to Qin Yao's side, not even sparing him a glance. "Go into the room. There's something I want to talk to you about."

The person he met today … It was also related to Qin Yao.

The lines of fate were just that strange. They would suddenly cross and then suddenly split apart …

"Did the heavens arrange for you to be my sister for me, or is it a punishment?"

In a daze, a young man with a blurry face mumbled in a dark corner.

"Xiao Yun?" His voice was ethereal and scattered in the silent air.

The youth had an extremely familiar silhouette, but when he stretched out his hand, he could not reach it.

"Feng, I'm going to see mom and dad. It's very cold there …" The youth continued mumbling.

"Xiao Yun, why can't I reach you?" He tried his best to extend his hand, but his figure was still nowhere to be seen. Han Sifeng asked anxiously, "Hurry over here!" "Hurry up …"

"Would you be happier if you could erase your memories?" The youth slowly walked to her side, his tone gloomy. "Your kindness to me has long become a burden. You can understand wind, can't you? "

"Xiao Yun." Han Sifeng finally touched the youth's warm hands. The anxiety in his heart had mostly disappeared, as if he had brought him out from a dark and damp place.

"Wind, you know that, don't you?" The youth tightly gripped her hand, a pair of sad eyes glimmering in the darkness. "That smile of yours, is it deliberately forgetting the past, or is it deliberately punishing me?"

"Xiao Yun." Han Sifeng looked at his face in a daze, his breath was filled with the comforting taste of Han Muyun.

"It's impossible to forget what happened in the past. I just can't remember it for now …" "Feng, when you remember, will you leave?" Han Muyun asked as he tightly held onto Han Sifeng's hand.

Han Sifeng couldn't see his face clearly, he could only feel himself being led towards a place without light.

He seemed to have had another sad dream, waking up with cold hands and feet in the dusky dream.

The huge bear slept beside her, its thick furry arms warm on her face.

It was impossible to forget what had happened in the past. It was just that he couldn't remember it for now …

Han Sifeng clearly remembered these words in his dream.

She gently pushed the bear away, but there was no light. She could only hear Han Muyun's calm breathing.

Tonight, he was once again sleepwalking.

Han Sifeng crawled up lightly and leaned against the pillow, wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead.

His mind was a mess, and sparks would occasionally flash through it.

And the strange words in the dream.

It was just like what had just happened.

After taking in a deep breath, Han Si Feng crawled back into the blanket, but he couldn't fall asleep. His mind was in a mess as he listened to Han Mu Yun's breathing. A trace of guilt passed through his heart.

He couldn't imagine the expression on Han Muyun's face for the first time.

Han Sifeng suddenly thought of the summer when he was fourteen years old.

Dad and Mom are still out on business.

That morning, Han Muyun and he went to study the violin with the zither bag on their back. It seemed that they had been quarreling because of a single note, but they didn't say anything until the afternoon.

At night, she suddenly felt a trace of discomfort in her lower abdomen. As she lay on the bed groaning, this bad-tempered guy wanted to drag her out for a run.

Just as he got up from the bed, he saw a bloodstain on his white dress.

She remembered Han Muyun's expression back then — it was as if he had seen her die a terrible death in front of him.

That was the first time he showed a panicked expression.

Han Sifeng saw him grab his hair and shakily dialed 112.

"How did you hurt yourself?" He even wanted to lift up Han Sifeng's skirt to look at the wound.

"I don't know." Han Sifeng cried, but did his best to comfort him. "It's fine, it's fine, it's fine. It's fine …"

At that time, Han Muyun had been so adorable, like a child.

Now that I think about it, calling an ambulance for the initial tide is like a kid's prank.

At that time, among the group of nervous doctors, Han Muyun's expression became even more nervous, afraid that she would die.

He waited until the paramedics had left before calming his expression. He called his mother, patiently asked her about the details of her physiology, then ran downstairs to buy her the most expensive bag of sanitary napkins …

He had even told her how to use it.

In physiology class, I have already learned these things, but I don't have a parent by my side, this is the first time I've encountered such a thing, I'm really panicking.

That day, he took care of Han Sifeng, who had been taking care of his younger brother.

From then on, Han Muyun meticulously remembered every time she was unwell. He wouldn't make her angry, he would take care of her without leaving a trace.

The more Han Sifeng thought about it, the more he couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't help but climb up onto the bear's body. Although he couldn't see Han Muyun's face, his fingers moved towards it in a very familiar manner.

It was like when he was a child, he would often wake up in the middle of the night in a dark room, afraid to feel around, hoping that someone would sleep beside him.

At that time, Han Muyun's face was as pretty as an angel, and his body was soft and fragrant.

She often held him, pulling out a hand to copy his features.

If Han Sifeng was carried by his mother in the middle of the night and touched his mother's face, he would immediately know that it wasn't Han Muyun and would lose sleep.

How long had it been since he'd touched his face in the dark?

His facial features were more profound, his features were handsome, and he was no longer as plump and supple as when he was a child.

The youth's skin was perfectly curved, from his forehead, to his eyes, and then to his lips. Although he was no longer familiar with them, he could still vaguely feel the feelings of the past.

His forehead was still full, his facial features were handsome, his nose was straight, and his lips were soft like the petals of a flower. The slight curve of his lips carried a hint of stubbornness and sharpness.

He no longer felt like he had when he was a child. The lines on his hands became more and more cold and tall.

He didn't even need to touch it. As long as he had his aura, he would know in the darkest of nights that Han Muyun was by his side.

Was it fate's grace or punishment to be her little brother?

Han Sifeng suddenly thought of this and sighed inwardly as he retracted his hand.

Although he was still Han Muyun, he couldn't be like how he was when he was young. He was still attached to him, unwilling to let go of his hand.

Some sort of rift had long since appeared between them.

Although he had been trying his best to ignore it, Han Sifeng knew clearly in his heart that those happy and innocent days were getting further and further away.

The first time he got drunk, it was already a sign that he was going to let go of his hand.

In the darkness, Han Muyun quietly opened his eyes. As he heard the sound of the young girl falling asleep beside him, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

However, his eyes were filled with endless darkness.

That person had already appeared, but he didn't know that … How long can they be together...

"Hey, how long are you going to sleep for?" Early in the morning, Han Muyun patted Han Sifeng's pillow with a hint of gentleness on his face.

Han Sifeng opened his eyes with difficulty. He didn't sleep well last night at all. It was rare for him to wake up after wanting to sleep for a while in the morning.

Seeing her frown, Han Muyun wanted to pull up the blanket to cover his head and continue sleeping, so he immediately pulled up a corner of the blanket.

"Hurry up and get out of bed, otherwise I'll have to lift the blanket."

"Good Xiao Yun, let me sleep a little longer." This brat, usually likes to sleep more than anyone else. It's such a rare occasion for him to wake up so early today. It's too abnormal.

"No, hurry up, one, two …" When Han Muyun said three, he would definitely roll up his blanket.

Han Sifeng was well aware of his younger brother's temper, so he immediately hugged his blanket and sat up.

"I'm up …" Han Sifeng looked at him sleepily, then suddenly noticed that he was dressed neatly. He couldn't help but open his eyes wide in surprise, "Why are you dressed so neatly?" Is there another date today? "

Han Muyun's gentle face immediately darkened. He said in annoyance, "Invite you to wake up, hurry up and get out of bed."

"So there's a basketball game today?" Han Sifeng guessed unwillingly as he hid under the blanket.

Han Muyun wrinkled his brows. He took a deep breath, and in just half a second, a brilliant and fake smile immediately appeared on his face. "No."

Being scared awake by the sudden smile on his face, Han Sifeng immediately said in high spirits, "I'll change my clothes and get out of bed, you go out first."

"Mm. Alright." Han Muyun actually smiled as he nodded his head and left the room, making Han Sifeng feel that there must be a conspiracy.

He put on his clothes and opened the window. The cold wind blowing from the front woke him up completely.