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"How much do you know about Han Muyun's website?" Ouyang Yu changed the topic as before.

"What website?" Ouyang Qing Xue had an expression on her face, as though she didn't know anything at all.

"I thought you knew everything." Ouyang Yu knew that Han Muyun had hidden his strength very well. Ouyang Qingxue was a shrewd person who had fallen in love with a river of love. All he knew was that she'd been too careless when dealing with Han Xifeng.

Therefore, when the time was right, he pretended to accidentally divulge a bit of information and borrowed Ouyang Qing Xue to find out more. It was good …

"Bro, speak clearly." Ouyang Qing Xue's interest was piqued.

"Ah …" "I'm not too sure either. I only know a little bit …" A trace of a smile flashed across Ouyang Yu's eyes.

Oh, now Little Feng must have remembered everything, right? It must be extremely painful.

Ouyang Yu thought back to ten years ago, when he sat in the car and saw Han Sifeng slumped on the ground with a panicked expression on his face.

That year, she was five years old and the person she liked the most was not her parents, but the little boy that lived together, Han Yijie.

Han Muyun's original name.

They were born on the same day of the same year, and their annual birthdays were spent together with Han Yijie at Christmas.

Han Sifeng remembered that her parents had quarreled with her uncle and aunt before their birthday. She hadn't seen Little Jie for a few days.

But on Christmas Day, the four of them made up again, happy to take them to play and buy them gifts.

The blood flowed down to her feet, twisting and winding …

For the next ten years, Christmas was the result of the accident.

Han Muyun never had a birthday because it was her parents' birthday.

What happened next was when he woke up at the hospital and saw the face of the boy who had changed his name to Han Muyun.

"Han Sifeng, you're awake."

"Little Feng …"

The distant past, the past that should have been forgotten, appeared one by one.

"Zhuo Yanfeng, we and Han Yijie's family will always love each other, do you understand?" The handsome man said with a smile.

"Feng, since you like your little brother so much, you can marry him into your family and have him enslaved every day." Ke Ying auntie said with a face full of smiles.

"No, I want to love my brother and make him the most delicious bread. I want to dress him up so that he won't cry." The pink and tender little girl waved her hand and said.

"Really? I won't make you cry. " The handsome and lively boy said with a serious expression.

"Then in the future, if Aunt Nian Yun teaches Feng to cook, I will definitely satisfy your stomach." The woman with the mild expression smiled.

"She's the best!" The little boy smiled, his face as handsome as a spring flower. "Why didn't father chase you down? Mom is so lazy, and I don't like it at all …"

"Smelly brat, what did you say?" Ke Ying scolded.

"It was originally supposed to be so. I like to read the clouds the most."

"What about me?" The little girl asked in a domineering tone.

"..." "I like it." The little boy's face turned red, and after a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a word.

The two gentle and handsome men had long since disappeared. Only Han Sifeng was left, facing these grudges that he had never come into contact with before.

Han Sifeng sat alone on the beach, looking at the bright moon above the sea. Then he thought of the recording pen Ouyang Qingxue had given him.

"That matter has already passed. Don't blame yourself anymore." It was Han Zijian's voice.

"It's our fault. If we hadn't listened to others' instigation, if we didn't have second thoughts and hadn't gone out as promised, then that wouldn't have happened!" This was a melodious sound.

"After that, didn't we transfer all our assets to Feng? You've been torturing yourself for so long. What else can you do? "

"What do you want me to tell Little Feng when she's eighteen?" It was Yang Ke Ying's voice again, "Do you want me to tell her that her parents were killed by me? Leave a will for her to pass on all her property to her when she turns eighteen? We've been busy all these years, working outside, and we haven't been able to take care of her at all. Instead, we let her take care of Xiao Yun … "

"Then... That was just an accident, is Xiao Yun better off than you? Don't say that in front of the children. What do you think I don't know about the job that you took the initiative to do? "Xiao Feng looks more and more like Mu Feng, and his appearance is similar to A Yun. I'm also afraid to see her, so every time I see her, I feel guilty …"

"If it wasn't for my selfishness, they would be fine! "Little Feng doesn't have that many worries right now. She will be just like Ah Yun …" The woman's voice began to sob.

"Since he's already gone, don't blame yourself anymore. If you treat Feng Feiyun better, it can be considered as making up for our mistake back then."

"How can we not blame ourselves? If it wasn't for me, Little Feng would have a family with parents, and we would …"

"Enough, stop it. What's the use of saying all this? "Can you make up for the mistakes of the past?" Han Muyun's voice cut in, then he lowered his voice, "This is not my own home. With an outsider here, can you guys stop mentioning the past?" If others hear about it, it will be bad for everyone. "

"Xiao Yun is right, let's not talk about this anymore." Han Zijian's voice suddenly stopped.

It was a short conversation.

But the impact on Han Sifeng was only the beginning.

She had nothing.

The person who had given him everything was also the person who had deprived him of everything.

"Wind …" Han Muyun found Han Sifeng.

But... He didn't dare to go forward.

He actually didn't dare to approach her.

The fear of losing was something that no one could understand.

He was afraid she would run away as soon as he got close.

"I just don't want you to leave …" At that time, Han Muyun's mood was too chaotic, and he had never been so scared before, so his words were too harsh.

"I know... I know you won't be able to accept this for a while, but if you do go away and be alone, we'll be worried. "That's what dad thought as well. That's why he said those words …" Han Muyun inched closer to Han Sifeng and said in a low voice, "We owe you, so …" "Stay here and let us compensate you. Feng, I beg you, don't do this, don't hate us …"

"No." Han Si Feng interrupted Han Mu Yun and asked him to … It felt really strange.

When had such a proud youth ever lowered his head?

"You all taught me so many things, but only the Church doesn't hate you. But if I stay any longer, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll learn this emotion. " Han Sifeng looked at the sea surface and muttered.

"Feng, I …"

"The accident ten years ago was not an accident. Is it related to you?" Han Sifeng asked clearly.

Han Muyun didn't say a word.

Yes... Yes, it's very complicated...

"If I stay, how am I supposed to face you?" Han Sifeng said softly.

The sound of the sea soon drowned out her voice.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness, but …" Give me a chance to make up for what happened ten years ago, will you? " Han Muyun pleaded.

Even if the accident ten years ago had nothing to do with the Han Family, Han Muyun still couldn't forgive himself.

This was because his life had been exchanged with Auntie Nian Yun's.

"It doesn't matter, but I won't forget."

Han Sifeng said lightly.

You can forgive them, but you can't forget them.

He had already lost his memory once. He didn't want to choose to continue losing it, and he also didn't want to run away because of the pain.

Han Muyun slowly moved in front of Han Sifeng, half-kneeling beside her, no longer reaching out to hug her.

"You've never been happy to be your big sister …" Han Si Feng looked at Han Mu Yun and said softly.

That young man who was once my beloved, the one who said that I will never leave him, the one who made me sad for her happiness, is now far away.

How could there be such a heartless sister? Isn't it perfectly natural to take my brother to bed?

— Han Sifeng, go make me breakfast.

— Are you an idiot, who takes a bath and gets dressed?

— Don't leave me alone with the other boys in the future.

— I'm teaching you how to be intimate. How can you bite?

Han Muyun's every word echoed in his mind.

The way he spoke was as vivid as if it had just happened, as if he was still his own brother and they were still very close …

"It's because I'm unhappy …" Because... Because I don't want my sister. " Han Muyun bit his lips and finally spoke.

"You got your wish." Han Si Feng looked at his eyes that were deep under the moonlight and smiled miserably. "It should be much easier to get rid of this relationship, right?"

"No!" Han Muyun shook his head. Under the moonlight, it was as if stars had fallen into his eyes.

Han Sifeng looked at the jade-like youth in front of him.

There was no expression on her face, but her black eyes were filled with pain and reluctance.

After staring at each other for a long time, Han Muyun finally reached out with a trembling hand and caressed Han Sifeng's face. He parted his lips slightly and said, "Feng, stay by my side …"

"As an elder sister?" Han Sifeng grabbed his hand and pulled it down bit by bit. "You knew it would change …" "You know it's impossible …"

Her heart had never ached so much before. It was so painful that it felt empty and numb.

And he, too.

"Feng, stay by my side. Don't leave." Han Muyun's fingers trembled even more as he continued to repeat himself.

"If you were me, what would you do?" Han Sifeng raised his eyes, looked at him, and asked in a low voice.

"I... I don't want you to go. " Han Muyun knows... If it were him, he would immediately leave …

He left the people who had deceived him for ten years, walking far away by themselves, far enough that he no longer needed to see their faces.

"Wind …" Han Muyun took a deep breath, bit his lower lip hard, restrained his emotions, and said in a tone of discussion, "You have to wait until you're at least an adult …" "In the past, Auntie Nian Yun had asked us to take care of you until you reached adulthood. You can't leave now."

"What about the will?" Han Sifeng suddenly thought of the will and asked in a low voice.

"That will will wait until you're eighteen …" Han Muyun had no right to ask about her will. The will was placed in the insurance company, managed by the lawyers team. Apart from Han Sifeng, no one else could see it.

"Understood." Han Sifeng stood up. She was wearing a conservative long skirt. The sea breeze was very big, making her skirt flutter. Under the moonlight, she appeared to be tall, like a bamboo in the wind.