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"Well, we're the opposite. I hate the quiet to ordinary life, life is only a few decades, do not play fun, how can you face yourself. " "You want the most charming woman, drink the best wine, go to the most beautiful place, see the most beautiful scenery, do the most unexpected things, and even be my opponent, be the most ruthless and smartest person."

Looking at his beautiful and enchanting profile, Han Sifeng finally shifted his eyes away. He let out a long breath and lightly said, "As long as you are happy. Everyone's way of life is different."

"But I'm not happy." Ouyang Yu gently caressed his heart, and his evil and beautiful face faded away from his smile. There was a trace of loneliness in it. I always wonder if I made a mistake, doing what I love, but I'm not happy at all. I seem to be... Losing the ability to be happy. "

"It is precisely because you lack nothing but a heart full of gratitude." Han Sifeng shot him a glance before standing up and walking back.

"No …" "It's not like that." Ouyang Yu shook his head and grabbed Han Sifeng's hand. "It's because …" The person you love … Not here. "

Han Sifeng was slightly surprised.

"No one drinks the best wine with their loved ones …"

"There's no one I like the most. Watching the most beautiful scenery and doing the most exciting thing …"

Ouyang Yu looked at Han Sifeng's face and softly said, "All of my hard work and hard work, all of my debauchery and pleasure, have not been shared with the people I love the most, so …" "So empty."

Han Sifeng looked at Ouyang Yu's serious expression.

He finally said … The truly touching words.

He could feel it in his heart.

"Ever since I was young, my parents and ancestors had trained me to be a cold-blooded and heartless person. Other people's childhood is as sweet as candy, but when I was ten years old, I had witnessed blood; I saw a lily like little girl, standing in the blood, a rose dyed red, I saw … "

Han Sifeng's heart suddenly ached. Perhaps, it was a kind of happiness to be unable to remember the time of his youth.

She crouched down and picked up a white shell at her feet, passing it to Ouyang Yu. "Here, when you're tired, you can talk to it."

She was slightly moved, even though she was not a person from the same world … But some feelings are so similar...

Lonely mood...

Ouyang Yu took the white shell and raised it to his lips. "Han Sifeng, I love you."

His expression was serious, with a kind of enchanting gentleness.

Han Sifeng's face grew hot as he grabbed the shell and turned to leave.

A man who trampled on emotions like him wouldn't care about his liking!

Han Sifeng only wanted to ask him to retract his feelings and energy, and not to waste it on himself.

"Han Sifeng." Ouyang Yu grabbed her hand and shouted with a smile.

His eyes were filled with warmth, causing Han Sifeng to be shocked once again — there was nothing he could do, this man was too beautiful.

With every frown and smile, she could topple empires.

Ouyang Yu slowly pried open Han Sifeng's fingers and took out the shell from his palm. The smile on his face became more and more gentle. "This is a love gift you gave me, how can I take it back?"

"Who gave you the promise …" A love gift? " Han Sifeng realized that his usual lack of temper would easily incite his anger.

However, she was in a bad mood today.

"What should we do?" Ouyang Yu asked with a sigh as he looked at her livid face.

"What do we do? "Let go of me first." His hand was still in her grasp. Han Sifeng tried to pull back, but he didn't budge an inch. She grew anxious. "Men and women shouldn't be so intimate with each other …"

"Are you willing to accept it? Ha! You really learned the culture of two thousand years ago. "Well, I prefer to see you angry." Ouyang Yu's face moved a little closer as he exhaled like an orchid. "Normally, Han Sifeng doesn't have any personality like a clay Buddha. Now that he looks like this, at least he's much more real."

"You … "Let go!" Han Sifeng was in the middle of withdrawing his hand when Ouyang Yu suddenly let go and almost fell onto the beach.

Taking a few steps back, Han Sifeng glared at him before quickly turning around and heading back to the villa.

"Han Sifeng, why don't you marry me!" Ouyang Yu loudly said from behind her.

Han Si didn't even turn back. Dream on, she wasn't going to marry an old man.

"I will treat you well." Ouyang Yu continued to shout. "If you marry me, I'll let you bully me at will."

"Give up, I won't like you." Han Sifeng's voice was very soft. She had a feeling … He felt that he would no longer like anyone.

Because... All of the emotions had been given to others during the past ten years.

"I'll make you like me …" Ouyang Yu had a smile on his face as he looked at the lonely figure in the distance.

"Feng, what's wrong?"

Han Zijian and his wife, Han Muyun and Ouyang Qingxue were sitting on the balcony on the second floor, sipping tea.

But when Ying Ying saw Han Sifeng come back from afar, she asked with a concerned expression as if she was very tired.

"Are you tired?" Han Muyun said coldly as he held his teacup.

The balcony on the second floor allowed him to view the sea. He had long since become unhappy seeing Han Sifeng and Ouyang Yu stay on the beach for a long time.

"Yes." Seeing their smiles, he felt a wave of sadness in his heart. Without saying anything, he walked straight into the house.

"Sister Feng, come up for a cup of tea." Ouyang Qingxue walked up the stairs. Her voice was sweet, but the smile on her face was very bad.

Han Sifeng raised his head and looked at her silently.

After a moment of confrontation, Ouyang Qingxue smiled and asked, "What's wrong, Sister Feng? You look like you're in a bad mood. Did my brother bully you?"

"I was just wondering what tea was." Han Sifeng held onto the banister and turned his head to Mrs. Zhang, "Mrs. Zhang, could I trouble you to bring me a cup of lemon tea?"

"Okay, how about some ice?" Mrs Zhang asked happily.

"It's better not to release it. It's too cold. It won't be good if it freezes to the organs." Ouyang Qingxue said on behalf of Han Xifeng.

Han Sifeng didn't reply. He walked upstairs to the observation deck, sat beside his mother, and used his small fork to fork out a piece of mango meat.

"Where did you go?" Han Muyun, who had been sitting upright and watching from the side, suddenly asked.

"It's on the beach, isn't it?" Han Sifeng glanced at the sea in the distance. Ouyang Yuzheng was heading in that direction.

"Why aren't you sleeping at noon?" Han Muyun continued to ask in a cold voice.

"Xiao Yun, pay attention to your attitude. Why are you always talking to your elder sister like this? It's all a pet's fault. " Ke Ying rebuked.

"Mom, I heard there's a church not far from here. Let's go there sometime." Han Sifeng leaned over, held his mother's hand and said half-coquettishly.

"When did Feng become interested in the church?" Dad couldn't help but laugh. "I remember that what you like to hear is the Grand Sorrowful Curse, not Maria."

"Go pray for Mom and Dad." Han Sifeng smiled and said, "It's fine if dad isn't willing, I'll go with mom."

She thought... I want to talk to my mother alone.

In a place that is almost sacred, every word is sacred, like an oath, like a promise, according to the heart...

"What for?" Han Muyun was very unhappy today, as he kept a cold expression.

He could feel the subtle changes in Han Xifeng, but because of Ouyang Qingxue's presence, he did not expose her.

"Xiao Yun, let's go with Auntie." Ouyang Qing Xue suggested with great interest.

Han Muyun took a sip of his tea, his expression as cold as before.

"Forget it, I'm not going anymore." Han Sifeng sighed and walked back to his room without waiting for the tea.

Han Muyun subconsciously stood up, wanting to leave with her.

"Xiao Yun, elder sister Feng seems to have something on her mind, so she doesn't want to be disturbed by us." Ouyang Qing Xue said with a smile.

Her hand tightly gripped onto the corner of Han Muyun's clothes, while her smile remained as elegant and beautiful as before.

"This child... "Maybe it's because I'm not feeling well, but since I've been here, I can't accept it. I'll go take a look." However, Ying Ying felt that something was wrong. Normally, a light breeze wouldn't be like this.

She might... There was something he wanted to say to himself.

Opening the door, Ying saw Han Sifeng sitting on a rocking chair by the window. He didn't even turn around when he heard her enter. His bright eyes looked out the window, thinking about something.

"Feng, what's wrong?" Ke Ying walked to her side, gently placed her hand on her shoulder and asked softly.

"I... "Last night, I had a nightmare …" Han Sifeng said softly as he continued looking out the window.

"Are you feeling insecure sleeping with me?" Ke Ying nervously asked, "Why don't you let Xiao Yun …"

"Why does Mom keep saying these strange things?" Han Sifeng interrupted his mother and asked with a faint smile.

Ke Ying was slightly surprised, and then said, "Because from an early age... Xiao Feng only likes to be together with Xiao Yun. At that time, if you can't see him at night, you won't sleep … "

"Mom, Han Muyun is in my room every night because I'm sick, right?" Han Sifeng interrupted his mother again and asked.

However, Ying Ying was stunned once again.

"Little Feng got sick when she was very young. She's recovered now." She carefully half-squatted beside Han Sifeng's knee and raised her head to look at her daughter's face.

Could it be … Did she know something?

But Yingying remembered what Han Zijian said to her. If she really couldn't hide it from him, she must first personally tell Feng …

"Is it really done?" Han Sifeng lowered his eyes to look at his mother's face. "Why …" I still feel sick? "

"If I'm completely fine, I won't be afraid to sleep alone, and I won't have endless nightmares …" Han Sifeng said in a low voice.

"Little Feng …" However, Ying Ying's heart began to ache. She … There was no way to tell her the truth now.

was never ready...

She even wished she could never mention the past.