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She had once said that Han Muyun never entered the kitchen.

Le Dian Yin knew that Han Muyun hated him, so he didn't dare to call Han Sifeng.

He wasn't by Han Sifeng's side right now, so he didn't want Han Muyun to argue with him over this.

He didn't want to bring trouble to others, but he missed her …

The yearning to cross mountains and mountains, let music embankment more and more haggard.

After a long time, Han Sifeng finally picked up the phone.

"Feng, are you cooking?" Just as he asked this question, he heard the sound of the wind and the noise of the street.

Han Sifeng leaned in the corner and couldn't help but cry when he heard the extremely familiar clear and melodious voice.

"Not cooking... "Well, the sound of the sidewalk, haven't you gone home yet?" Le Dian Yin asked worriedly when he heard that there was no one on the other side.

"Feng, I can't call you for too long. Let me hear your voice." "What's wrong with you? Did you get bullied by your little brother? "

Han Sifeng bit his lips, not daring to open his mouth.

He was afraid that if he cried, he would scare him.

"How was your birthday? Merry Christmas? Did you receive the gift? " He tried his best to control his emotions and asked lightly.

"You …"

As expected, the moment Han Sifeng opened his mouth, his voice was nasal.

She wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile. "When are you coming back?"

"Have you got a cold?" He didn't answer, but asked with concern.

If he knew when he would be back, he wouldn't have to be so careful not to call her.

"Yes, it's very cold here. When will you be back?" Han Sifeng did not dare to say too much and asked quickly.

"It will take some time." Le Dian Yin smiled faintly, "Feng, how are you doing?"

"Alright …" Han Sifeng couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his face.

"Everyday?" When he heard her thick sobs, he knew she was not doing well.

However … What could he do if he wasn't around?

"Yes." Han Sifeng covered his mouth and nodded, tears trickling down his cheeks.

"..." I thought I heard it raining over there. " He sighed softly, and then resumed his clear laughter, "Are you going to take the exam? "Pay attention to your body."

He did not dare to ask why he was not doing well.

Because he couldn't share her life.

"Mm, your body …"

Is it raining? There was only the sound of dripping tears …

"Don't worry about me," Le Yin's laughter faltered slightly as he said, "From the sound of your voice, you seem to have lost weight … I'm going to hang up. Goodbye. "

He didn't know what to say, but after hearing Han Sifeng's voice, he found himself powerless.

It was a bad feeling to feel so powerless.

After he hung up, he gently touched the pendant around his neck.

It was all his fault...

Blame him for his hypnosis that day.

Han Sifeng did not completely lose his memories. It was only because of her great fear and sadness, that she subconsciously buried those memories.

And his hypnosis that day might have awoken some of her memories …

That was exactly what he was most worried about.

If she gradually recalled the past she didn't want to face …

It was all his fault. If he had known that the seemingly sunny and innocent Han Sifeng had such a past, he definitely wouldn't have played a hypnotic game with her …

"Little Yin?"

Han Sifeng heard the busy beep coming from the other side. Holding his phone, he said softly after a long while, "I'm afraid of death …"

She was afraid of death.

He had never been so frightened before.

Originally, he thought that death was everyone's final destination.

If he died, he would no longer have any worries.

However, the moment the god of death brushed past him, he suddenly wanted to see the smile of the people around him.

His parents' smiles, Han Muyun's smile, Le Dian Yin's smile, Qin Yao's smile, even the smile of a passerby …

There were two bowls on the table.

As usual, there were four dishes and a soup – Han Muyun's minimum requirements.

However, there was only one person sitting there.

Han Sifeng sat by the dining table, eating and flipping through a book.

She knew that some people relied on their talent to make others look up to them.

As for some people, they would only be able to reach the peak through hard work and perseverance.

She was the latter.

Unlike Han Muyun, she didn't miss Ouyang Qing Xue. If she didn't work hard … Who could see her?

However, reality was just that cruel.

Some people, no matter how much effort they put in, could not even compare to 1% of other people's talent.

The words on the book gradually turned into Han Muyun's face.

Han Sifeng put down his chopsticks as if he was chewing on wax.

Ever since Han Muyun came home too late that night, he had always left early and returned late, so he usually didn't speak to her at school.

Almost no one is seen every day...

Han Sifeng didn't even know if she had sleepwalked to find him at night.

However, she knew that Han Muyun was definitely with Ouyang Qingxue.

That night, the girl was holding him.

They knew each other from a long time ago …

Ouyang … Ouyang … What a familiar surname.

After six sleepless nights, Han Muyun hadn't asked a single question. In his heart, he was afraid that his elder sister was long gone.

In the past, Han Sifeng had been eager to live a quiet life like this, but when this day really came, she found it hard to accept.

Furthermore, Ouyang Qingxue's appearance was too unexpected, causing Han Sifeng to worry that Han Muyun would fall for her.

Once this thought appeared, it would cause him to suffer for a long time.

He had originally hoped that Han Muyun could find the girl he liked, but now, he actually didn't want him to get too close to Ouyang Qingxue.

It was better to be with Liu Zihui than Ouyang Qingxue.

An inexplicable resistance existed in Han Sifeng's heart towards Ouyang Qingxue.

He kept having the feeling that behind her perfect smile was a soul that was different from her smile.

That was a soul that she had never touched before …

He silently looked at the book, as if he had never been this quiet in sixteen years.

Insomnia became a routine. Every night, he would repeat his lessons until 4 AM. He would lie down fully clothed, and when he opened his eyes, it was already morning.

The next day, when Han Sifeng limped into the classroom, he didn't see Han Muyun.

He must have gone to the student union office again.

Sure enough, after a while, Han Muyun and Ouyang Qing Xue entered the classroom together.

Although Han Muyun didn't have a smile on his face, his expression was still as cool as ever, but the beautiful girl companion beside him was beaming.

Today was Han Sifeng's day off, and Ouyang Qing Xue happened to see her limping up the stage to wipe the blackboard. She immediately asked with a smile, "Student Han, what's wrong? Where is the discomfort? Do you need my help? "

Her series of caring words, coupled with her kind smile, made the boys confusedly think that this goddess was truly adorable.

However, in the eyes of the girls, Ouyang Qingxue was just a young lady. It was obvious that she was putting on an act.

Unfortunately, in this world, the aesthetic standards of men and women were always different. The hypocrisy that girls could see through at a glance was just cute and smart in the eyes of boys.

"No need." Han Sifeng replied faintly.

She knew that Ouyang Qing Xue was just saying that she wouldn't help her clean the blackboard.

Although it was said that they were doing it together, a group of boys had already rushed up to her and acted as her escort before Ouyang Qing Xue even stretched her hand out. They were afraid that the chalk dust would dirty her delicate hands.

"I'll help you." Seeing Han Muyun walk straight towards his seat, Ouyang Qingxue's smile widened as she walked to the podium and spoke to Han Sifeng.

"No need." Han Sifeng had already finished wiping.

When she put down the eraser, Ouyang Qing Xue had just reached out to grab it. The corner of the eraser bumped into Ouyang Qing Xue's finger.

The edges of the black board weren't sharp, but for some reason, Ouyang Qing Xue let out a cry as she raised her hand, frowning slightly.

Her fingers were cut.

Seeing that their goddess's expression wasn't right, many of the male students' hearts ached as well.

A few boys and girls who had already become Ouyang Qingxue's loyal dogs rushed up to her, nervously asking if the young miss was injured.

"Why are you so careless?"

"Hey, you didn't do that on purpose, right?"

"Qing Xue, are you alright?"

"To the medical room …"

"Go get the Band-Aid!"

"Ya, it's bleeding …"

Han Muyun sat on his seat and looked at the chaotic stage.

A group of men and women surrounded Ouyang Qingxue, but Han Muyun only saw a flustered Han Xifeng.

She was pale in the crowd, like a lonely child who had made a mistake.

Han Muyun really wanted to walk up and take her away from the noisy crowd.

But he couldn't.

When he saw Ouyang Qingxue's gaze sweep over him …

He could no longer hold up the sky for her …

"Isn't it just a little bit of blood? You guys are so noisy! "

Liu Zihui frowned and glanced coldly at Han Muyun. He was actually able to hold back from going up to speak a few words for Han Xifeng. This was really vicious!

For Han Muyun's sake, his classmates were very polite to him.

Especially those girls, because they wanted to get close to Han Sifeng, they flattered him a lot.

But this time, the new master Ouyang Qingxue was injured, and Han Muyun didn't say anything. Everyone forgot that Han Xifeng was Han Muyun and started to blame her.

Someone who could get close to Ouyang Qing Xue this quickly definitely wasn't a simple person.

At least everyone knew how to take advantage of the situation.

Liu Zihui could not bear to see someone acting in such a manner. She snorted coldly and was about to stand up to help the little white rabbit, when Ouyang Qingxue spoke up weakly.

"I'm fine …" It's just a little bit of blood. " A perfect smile appeared on Ouyang Qing Xue's face once more. She looked at Liu Zihui with a cold glint in her eyes.

If Liu Zihui hadn't relied on her brother's strength, her family would have been nothing more than a local tyrant. How would she dare to speak to the Ouyang Family's eldest daughter like this?

"We still need to go to the hospital. The wound will get infected." Han Sifeng finally calmed down in the chaos and immediately said.

"Then let's go together." Ouyang Qing Xue didn't seem to be angry at all as she pulled Han Si Feng's hand and said that with a smile.

Seeing how magnanimous the eldest young mistress was, the crowd felt guilty. They felt that they had been too rude just now, and compared to Ouyang Qingxue's upbringing, they were nothing more than commoners.