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"No need, I'll do it myself. Go watch TV." Han Sinfeng tiptoed and tried to take out the rabbit meat that was pressed in the innermost area.

"Let me do it." Qin Yao was about the same height as Han Muyun, so he easily pulled out the rabbit meat and handed it to her.

"Thank you." He immediately took it and said.

"What else do you want?" Qin Yao asked.

"Tofu, eggplant, shrimp, elbow." Because they were too close, they couldn't help but take a step to the side when they smelled his scent.

"..." Black... Lace... She's white enough! " Han Muyun's voice suddenly rose with impatience.

Han Si Feng immediately looked in that direction vigilantly. What Han Mu Yun said … It didn't seem like a good thing.

Qin Yao faintly smiled and said in a low voice, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Huh?" Recollecting his focus from Han Muyun, Han Sifeng met Qin Yao's eyes and felt his scalp go numb. He hurriedly lowered his eyes and said, "There's still the belly."

"Why are you so uncomfortable?" After taking the fish's belly, Qin Yao said self-deprecatingly, "You think I'm a demon?" Compared to Xiao Yun, I should be much gentler. "

Han Muyun is my little brother, so no matter how evil he is, his blood is thicker than water.

However, Han Sifeng was still unable to digest what Qin Yao had said before.

Even though she had been thinking about the best situation, she clearly knew that Qin Yao didn't really like her.

Just barely being nice to her, just barely being able to like her …

What was this feeling?

Han Sifeng didn't need such pity.

Seeing that Han Sifeng remained silent for a long time, Qin Yao smiled again. "What are you afraid of?"

"I'll go cook." Taking the food from him, Han Sifeng hurried towards the kitchen.

Scared? It wasn't fear, it was sadness.

Was it because of Han Muyun and Xiao Yin that he forced himself to accept girls he didn't like?

Her emotions were too complicated, it really wasn't suitable for an idiot like her.

Xiao Yin's words suddenly rang in his ears, "If it's possible, it doesn't matter if it's willful once …" It is not shameful to pursue someone you like. Qin Yao was great, wasn't he?

What was willfulness?

Han Sifeng washed the dishes silently as he racked his brain.

When he was nine years old, he had a fight with Han Muyun. The first time he had a cold war, he told Han Muyun to use candy to coax him. Was this willful?

This year, behind his back, he secretly filled in his high school aspiration form.

Although he would often say Han Muyun was bad in front of his parents, he would immediately forget what he said when he turned around.

In Han Sifeng's heart, he had always thought that his eldest daughter was his mother, and his parents were not at home.

Thus, he didn't dare to act rashly. He couldn't be like Han Muyun and have a child's temper.

Qin Yao was great, but … If it was three months ago...

Three months ago, he confessed to me like this … Then wouldn't he be happy to accept it?

And now, it was too late …

Many things could not return to their original positions.

It was already deep into the night.

The string of crystals quietly reflected a purple light under the lamp.

It was unknown if it was because he hadn't seen it for a long time, but he felt that something was wrong. It was still the eighteen round beads, but the feeling in his memory was not real.

Along with the crystal, was the maple leaf and the Ferris Wheel Pendant.

One was red like fire, while the other was glittering like starlight.

The air in the room was so quiet that even his head felt heavy. The fiery red maple leaves, the purple crystal, and the dazzling Ferris Wheel assaulted Han Sifeng's visual nerve.

Fragments of sadness vaguely flashed through his mind. It was as if he was half asleep and half awake.

The sadness of being called an older sister by Han Muyun, the sadness of being whispered by him, "I don't deserve it" …

What was going on these days? The feeling of destiny was growing stronger and stronger.

When he walked, he would often see a strange scene in front of him, causing him to suddenly stop in his tracks. The number of nightmares he would have would increase, as if some sealed memories were about to burst out from his cocoon.

Han Sifeng's desk was filled with psychology books.

She felt like she was going to split up. Every day she would hypnotize herself and tell herself that she was happy.

However, she still felt a faint worry in her heart, as if that happiness was like a reflection in the water.

Han Sifeng held the crystal in his left hand. The cold touch made him feel much more awake. He decided not to think about it too much and decided it would be better to sleep.

But when she turned to look at the shopping bag on the bed, something strange had snuck in.

Yes, it was a gorgeous packing case.

Han Sifeng curiously sat on the edge of the bed and opened the velvet package. Inside, a set of black underwear appeared.

Without saying anything, he picked up the exquisite lace corset and the almost transparent small underwear. Without saying anything, he picked up the sexy stockings that was placed together …

This... Wasn't this her mother's style?

Why were such sexy underwear on her bed?

And judging from the size of the cup, it was exactly her size.

He suddenly recalled the conversation between Han Muyun and his mother — — Black … Red... Lace...

He actually bought underwear!

It was still interesting!

This strange style, it must have been something his mother had instilled into him.

Just as Han Sifeng was fiercely looking down on him in his heart, a polite knock came from outside the door.

Nie Yan hurriedly stuffed the messy items under his blanket. Such a polite knock on the door must be coming from Qin Yao.

Standing outside the door was indeed Qin Yao. He faintly smiled and said, "Follow me to the rooftop."

Han Si Feng noticed that Han Mu Yun wasn't in the room and asked in surprise, "Where are you going? Where's Xiao Yun? "

"It's on the rooftop. Wear thicker, let's go."

Sky Platform? In such a cold weather, was he not afraid of being affected by the wind on the rooftop?

Wearing a thick jacket, he followed behind Qin Yao as they took the elevator up to the rooftop.

The wind on the rooftop was so strong that Han Muyun could be seen squatting on the ground in the distance.

Qin Yao snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a blinding light flashed by. With a hissing sound, a brilliant firework shot up into the sky. The firework explosions were too sudden, and Han Sifeng couldn't help but cover his ears.

"Does it look good?" Qin Yao's voice was as warm and bright as fireworks.

Those extremely brilliant fireworks, competing to bloom in the night sky.

Han Muyun slowly stood up, his face was set off by the fireworks, revealing a breathtaking beauty.

Han Sifeng suddenly forgot about the fireworks in the sky and couldn't help but look at his face.

It was as if no matter how beautiful those fireworks were, they were unable to match the trace of a smile on his lips.

"Am I not good enough? "Elder sister?"

"Just like this, forever …"

"Don't you love me?"

"I'm sorry …"

Those words lingered in his ears. His teary, obsidian eyes were clearly reflected in his mind, and they would not go away.

The youth who had been watching for ten years stood under the firework that filled the sky, sucking away all the air.

No fireworks, no starry sky, not even wind …

In Han Sifeng's eyes, there was only that handsome young man who had become a stranger.

Han Muyun suddenly turned his face, leveled his eyes, and steadily stared at the young girl's long hair that was blown in disarray, who was standing on the balcony.

Her eyes reflected the light of the entire starry sky. It was his world.

If she closed her eyes, his world would be dark...

But she didn't know … She didn't know how much he had loved her all these years, how he had carefully hidden such a love within, like a sweet bomb in his bosom …

Han Sifeng only saw Han Muyun's eyes, which reflected the brilliant fireworks, look at her with an unprecedented coldness and gentleness, directly into the depths of her heart.

His chest suddenly hurt.

The instant he looked at himself, he felt like he was the third life.

It was as though … In their past life, they had been the closest and dearest to each other.

"Little Feng." After looking at each other for who knows how long, Qin Yao softly shouted.

Han Sifeng hurriedly raised his head and looked at the silent night sky.

The fireworks had long since ended.

The ice-cold ashes gently floated down, carrying a trace of loneliness with them.

"So beautiful."

The only thing left in the night sky were the bright stars.

Such a beautiful night, such a beautiful Han Muyun …

Han Si Feng closed his eyes and suppressed his emotions, afraid that tears would come out.

What happened to her?

Why did his heart ache so much that he wanted to cry when he saw the teenager under the fireworks?

The moment she saw his eyes, she would unconsciously think of his rough kiss, his scalding tears, the warmth in his arms, the heartbreak when he called her big sister …

She thought that everything that she had forgotten, had clearly reappeared …

"What's that?" Qin Yao suddenly lowered his voice and walked away.

On the opposite tall building, there were also people lighting fireworks.

Han Sifeng took a deep breath and finally opened his eyes.

Suddenly, a large amount of fireworks appeared in front of his eyes.

It wasn't strange for the fireworks to be released on Christmas Eve, but what was unbelievable was that the fireworks could only be described as one word — wind.

The word "wind" slowly expanded from small to large. In the end, it grew larger and larger, and just like the wind, it truly did disappear into the night sky.

There was a momentary silence, followed by fireworks that bloomed again, blossoming into hearts of varying sizes.

colored, red, pink, blue... Her bright "heart" shape surprised Han Sifeng.

It was a coincidence, right? The word 'wind'.

After an unknown period of time, the fireworks on the other side had finally ended. Han Muyun and Qin Yao looked at each other in dismay as a hint of gloominess flashed across their eyes.

"That was so strange?" Han Sifeng's eyes widened as he looked over. It was pitch black there, with not a single person in sight.

"Windy, let's go home." Qin Yao anxiously glanced at Han Muyun before he took the lead and spoke.

"Mm. Alright."

That "Feng" really was a coincidence, right? Looking at their expressions, Han Sifeng suppressed his words.

Han Muyun's instantly cold expression still hadn't changed. He turned his head to look, and a trace of gloom flashed across his handsome face.

"Just now …" Is he a friend of Xiao Feng? "Those fireworks …" Inside the elevator, Qin Yao broke the awkward silence and asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's just a coincidence." There were a lot of people in the world called "Wind", not just her.

Han Muyun's expression was as cold as ever. He tightly pursed his lips, but no emotion could be seen from his black eyes.

The elevator slowly came to a halt. Zhuo Yanfeng walked out, but Qin Yao and Han Muyun were still standing inside. They had no intention of coming out.