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"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first …"

As Han Sifeng stared at the silhouette that resembled Han Muyun, the image of his doting smile appeared in his mind along with his words: I'm going to look for Qin Yao … Just wait for me to come back.

He said he was going to find Qin Yao … Why...

"Han Sifeng, do you want me to pour her a glass of wine for you?" Liu Zihui was still smiling, and his tone was even more serious.

Although the little white rabbit was very silly, it was also quite interesting.

Plus, she might be his future sister-in-law …

No matter what kind of relationship they had, Liu Zihui felt that he should go up and help her vent her anger.

"NO!" Thank You... "Qin Yao and I have no relationship at all." Han Sifeng didn't mind.

She didn't care who Qin Yao was with.

She only cared about who Han Muyun was with.

At a time like this, the strong and the weak would emerge.

In her heart, the most important person was still Han Muyun.

"No need to thank me. If you weren't Han Muyun's older sister, I wouldn't even bother to meddle in other people's business." Liu Zihui let out a cold laugh, regained some of her usual arrogance, and said, "Don't ask me again about the present."

Without waiting for Han Sifeng to speak, she immediately cut off the phone, just like before.

A trace of sadness flashed through Han Sifeng's heart as he held the phone.

Those closest to him had all lied to him.

"Good morning, Princess."

"Forget about unhappy things. With me here, you don't have to worry about anything."

"If there's anything you need, just gently say 'Qin Yao' and I'll be there."

"I'm going to see Qin Yao and obediently do my homework. Those who don't understand what I'm doing, stay at home and wait for me to come back."

He opened the curtain and stood in front of the glass. From afar, he saw a man and woman still hugging each other. Even their postures hadn't changed.

Han Sifeng held his phone and dialed Han Muyun's number with a slightly trembling hand.

It seemed to be trying to prove something.

He knew he shouldn't have called, yet he still pressed the dial button.

Han Sifeng's gaze fell on the boy whose face was hidden in the distance. He seemed to have moved slightly as he hung up the phone.

Biting her lips, Han Sifeng dialed again.

She rarely called Han Muyun in succession, unless it was really urgent.

Han Muyun also knew Han Sifeng's habit, so he picked up the phone.

"What's wrong?" When the call connected, Han Muyun's voice could be heard.

"I... Job complete... "

Han Sifeng's blood froze, because the tall boy had finally pushed away the petite girl in his arms and placed his right hand beside his ear.

"Oh, I'll be back soon."

The sound of wind blew into Han Muyun's phone, seemingly capable of hitting Han Sifeng's face through the radio waves. It was as cold as a knife.

"Then I won't wait for you."

Han Sifeng's throat was so dry that he couldn't speak, and he felt a little regretful about why he called.

"Mm …"

Before Han Muyun could finish, his phone suddenly snapped.

Han Sifeng quietly looked at the two figures in the distance. The petite girl snatched the phone from the tall and straight male's hands and threw it into the trash can …

He rubbed his chest. It hurt.

The pain made his nose sour.

He carefully closed the curtains and turned on all the lights in the house, but he couldn't find any trace of warmth.

This house was too empty.

His heart was too empty.

Liu Zihui's words rang in his ears — if you weren't Han Muyun's sister …

If she wasn't Han Muyun's elder sister …

In this world, no one would ever look at her again, right?

Sixteen years of life was truly lamentable.

Han Sifeng rubbed his hair and smiled bitterly. I shouldn't worry about Han Muyun's feelings.

But why did he have to deceive her?

Ye Zichen laid on the bed with the gigantic bear in his arms, while suddenly missing Xiao Yin a lot.

Xiao Yin wouldn't lie to her.

His heart was in extreme pain.

Han Sifeng laid on top of the big bear, looking at the amethyst crystal on his wrist.

If Xiao Yin was here, she would definitely still be happy. She definitely wouldn't be this upset over those lies.

The night wind was bone-chilling.

The girl that stood in the night wind was dressed in a custom-made dress, her beautiful and exquisite face hid a trace of overbearing arrogance. At a glance, one could tell that she was definitely a rich second generation.

"Han Muyun, I don't like you taking calls from other people in front of me."

Although there was a delicate air in her eyes that showed that she was a pampered girl that could not tolerate sand, the girl's voice was still gentle.

That sort of gentleness was not something that a sixteen or seventeen year old little girl could possess.

It was a type of feeling that was deliberately concealed to cater to a man's gentleness.

It was a type of behavior. Even if one was angry enough to throw away someone's phone, it was still a type of coquettish behavior. It was so coquettish that the other party was unable to throw a tantrum.

Han Muyun didn't get angry, he only quietly looked at the beautiful young girl in front of him.

He knew that this person was different from Liu Zihui.

Liu Zihui was like that on the surface but in private. As for this girl, she could smile sweetly and throw away the cute puppy from the top of the building.

In her eyes, people were no different from dogs.

"If you look at me like that, I will feel embarrassed." Ouyang Qing Xue said with a bashful smile as she looked into his eyes.

Han Muyun also revealed a faint smile as he turned around and looked at the brightly lit room.

Over there, there were people he wanted to protect.

And yet, he could only stand there, watching from a distance.

It was another early morning. Han Sifeng got out of bed with big dark circles under his eyes.

After losing sleep for three consecutive days, if it was any other time, Han Muyun would have already scolded her.

However, he was nowhere to be seen early in the morning.

Although Han Muyun said that he shouldn't care about the opinions of others, he still cared about the gossip of others.

When Han Sifeng walked into the classroom, he saw him sleeping on the table.

He didn't get home until midnight that night.

Han Sifeng even heard the sound of him pacing back and forth outside the door.

Just as she sat down, Liu Zihui walked over and threw the book onto the empty seat beside her with a "pa" sound. Her actions were very similar to Han Muyun's.

"Hey, what happened with you and Han Muyun?" Liu Zihui sat down and asked while chewing gum.

"Nothing happened?" Han Sifeng put down his school bag, took out his book, and lightly replied.

"Well, he's been very unusual for the past two days. Have you made something he doesn't like to eat?" Liu Zihui raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Sifeng suspiciously.

Ahhh, her nerves are the same as Han Muyun's. Other than eating, she can't think of anything else.

Han Sifeng felt that the fact that they didn't interact with each other was a waste of the miraculous brain drain Old Heaven gave them.

"No!" Han Sifeng frowned and immediately rejected.

"Strange, he actually brought some food today …" Liu Zihui continued to look at Han Sifeng doubtfully. "Did you quarrel last night?"

"No!" Han Sifeng continued to reject the proposal, but in a much lower voice.

"Little White, that night, Qin Yao and Qi Yuan finished drinking …"

There was a trace of hesitation on Liu Zihui's face. She knew it was not good to be lovelorn.

Although she wasn't friends with the little white rabbit, she didn't hate Han Sifeng either.

Sprinkle salt on the wound, and Liu Zihui will only do such a thing to someone who doesn't like it.

Liu Zihui continued, "If you like someone, you have to hold on tight. Don't let others have an opportunity to take advantage of you."

From the looks of it, the little white rabbit looked like a man had been robbed.

That was why Liu Zihui had thought of Qin Yao.

"If Qi Yuan can return to Qin Yao, that would be for the best." Han Sifeng smiled at her listlessly as he flipped open the book, his mood unaccountably gloomy.

She didn't care if Qin Yao liked her or not.

A long time ago, I didn't care.

"Don't you like Qin Yao?"

Liu Zihui was surprised by Han Sifeng's reaction. The little white rabbit looked like it had understood something, and did not want to be like its first love.

But then, Liu Zihui regained her cold arrogance: "Little White is still too naive towards relationships. He thinks that if you give a man space, he will treasure you even more? Tch! "Those men, each one more shameless than the last …"

"Class is starting." Han Sifeng dejectedly said as he was not in the mood to listen to her nagging.

"I don't care about you!" Liu Zihui picked up the book angrily and walked back to the seat beside Han Muyun.

How ungrateful!

Han Sifeng felt dizzy. He hadn't slept well for three days and couldn't even get a good rest during the weekend. She felt like she was going to get sick soon.

"Students, today our class..."

The teacher-in-charge's words also floated into his ears. Han Sifeng supported his forehead as he felt the world begin to darken.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ouyang Qing Xue …" A soft and pleasant girl's voice sounded.

Han Sifeng leaned on the desk, vaguely hearing the exclamations and whispers from both the front and the back.

There was actually someone like Han Muyun, who had been transferred from such a good noble school to this place …

Mm, Han Xifeng only felt that Ouyang … Ouyang … What a familiar surname.

Liu Zihui's eyes were wide open as she stared in disbelief at the sweet girl who was introducing herself on the podium.

Ouyang Qing Xue?

She had been at loggerheads with this girl since she was young!

Although they hadn't met much, Liu Zihui didn't have a good impression of this distant cousin, as opposed to Ouyang Yu.

Perhaps it was because Ouyang Qingxue was too beautiful, but she had an overbearing beauty and a natural sense of superiority. This made Liu Zihui feel extremely disgusted.

Perhaps it was because the two of them had different personalities, but they had met a few times before. Liu Zihui, who was very carefree, had been ridiculed by this young miss, and with her temper, she was not happy.

However, the Ouyang Family could not be provoked. Liu Zihui knew this, so he decided to stay away from this young miss to avoid being compared to her by others, to show how perfect this masked young lady was.

"So beautiful …"

Is she smiling at me? "Ah …

"He's obviously looking at me …"

The group of boys behind him were in an uproar.

Liu Zihui shot a disdainful glance at them. They were really a bunch of ignorant people. They had never heard of how beautiful a woman could make them cry so miserably.

Han Muyun was the only one who had seen the world. He didn't even raise his head as he sat in his seat and continued to play solo.

Han Muyun didn't need to look to know how many times they had met.

He was still unable to stop Ouyang Qing Xue from transferring schools.

In the end, they still became classmates …

If he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have transferred to Han Xifeng's school. He should have gone to that academy, just like Ouyang Qingxue had thought.