Yan Mojiu paused in his movement of combing her hair.

This was the first time she mentioned Meng Mingyou in front of him after she turned 18.

"Miss her?"

"Um."

Meng Mingxuan recalled the time at Meng Mingyou's funeral when Yan Mojiu held her in his arms with tears on her face. After hearing her words "I have no relatives", he touched her head and said in a hoarse voice as if he had stayed up all night: "You still have a brother."

Later, she really only had her brother.

"It's been more than four years. She should have been reborn. Now she should be spoiled by her new parents and become a happy and carefree little princess." Yan Mojiu told her a fairy tale to comfort her.

"Then have you ever thought about looking for her?" Meng Mingxuan herself is very serious and she believes in this kind of miracle.

"What do you want to see her for?" Yan Mojiu asked back.

“…”

Yes, if my sister was really reincarnated, she would only be two or three years old now.

And he is 26.

"Will you... still get married?" Meng Mingxuan asked mysteriously.

Yan Mojiu's eyes were dark, "Of course."

Meng Mingxuan felt inexplicably disappointed.

His sister died for him. He loved her so much, but time will erase everything.

"Did you read my sister's diary back then?"

“At first I knew it was a diary. I took a look at it when I was sorting out the relics, but I didn’t read the rest.” Yan Mojiu did not hide it.

He has no habit of prying into other people's privacy.

But the little Rose he raised never kept a diary, so he had no chance to peek into it.

Meng Mingxuan didn't expect that Yan Mojiu had never looked at her sister's belongings before handing them to her.

"You should read it." She said a little sadly, "You should read it too. It contains all her worries."

Yan Mojiu's tone sank, with a hint of coldness: "What's so good about falling in love with trash?"

Meng Mingxuan sat up suddenly.

There was a soft 'bang' sound.

Her head bumped into Yan Mojiu's.

The pain made her fall back.

"Are you hurt?" Yan Mojiu grabbed her waist and raised his hand to rub her forehead.

Meng Mingxuan ignored all this and hurriedly grabbed his tie, "You said my sister fell in love with trash, who is the trash?"

Meng Mingxuan heard the abusive word "garbage" from Yan Mojiu several times today.

The young master of the Ye family, Ye Yukan.

Could it be that the lover in her sister's diary was not Yan Mojiu, but Ye Yukan?

Yan Mojiu looked at her delicate eyebrows and eyes, then slowly moved his gaze down to her pink lips.

"Xu Kan."

He raised his hand and circled her smooth wrist. "He used to be someone close to you, so of course your sister would know him too."

Meng Mingxuan trembled: "You mean, the person that Sister 놖 likes and has dated Sister 놖 was Xu Kan back then and Ye Yukan now."

Yan Mojiu recalled the words Meng Mingyou pleaded with him when she broke free from his hands and fell into the sea.

"Heavy."

"It's very heavy!" Meng Mingxuan pulled his tie hand hard and pulled him in front of her.

The two people's breathing was entangled together, not to mention their eyes.

"Why didn't he come to my sister's funeral? Where did he go? He came to Kyoto and changed from Xu Kan to Ye Yukan. He abandoned my sister, right?" Meng Mingxuan's eyes were red.

Four years ago, Yan Mojiu still knew about his life experience.

Four years ago, Xu Kan disappeared from Meng Mingyou's world.

Four years ago, there was a young master of the Ye family in Kyoto, and there was a sweetheart of Meng Mingyou in Lincheng.

Meng Mingyou knew until her death that her Xu Kan had gone to Kyoto.

No wonder there is a large blank space at the end of the diary.

No wonder when Yan Mojiu saw Ye Yukan at the airport, his first reaction was to beat Ye Yukan to death.

"These are all very important. What's more important is that your sister wants you to live happily. She wants you to regret what happened to her." Yan Mojiu held Meng Mingxuan's face. "This is your sister's last wish."

Last wish...

Meng Mingxuan looked at Yan Mojiu with red eyes. It was her sister who asked him to tell her about this.

My sister was afraid that she would be sad.

If they met Ye Yukan again in Kyoto, Yan Mojiu would tell her for the rest of his life.

Just like in her previous life, she knew until her death that the man who almost became her 'sister' was not Yan Mojiu, but Ye Yukan.

"So you've read your sister's diary." Yan Mojiu wiped the water stains from the corners of her eyes and smiled softly: "Little liar."

When Yan Mojiu handed over Meng Mingyou's belongings to Meng Mingxuan, he still had a lot of things to deal with.

For example, to avenge Meng Mingyou.

When he found time to comfort his little girl, he thought of the diary and asked her if she had read it.

She replied, no.

That was her sister's privacy.

Later, at Meng Mingyou's funeral, he watched her burn the diary in front of Meng Mingyou's tombstone.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan already recalled the muddle-headed days of those years.

She only knew that her last relative was gone, and that her elder sister and her ninth brother were in love.

Her ninth brother also lost his lover.

During that time, my mind and heart were a mess. All kinds of emotions surged up and became a tangled mess.

After her sister's funeral, she began to subconsciously distance herself from her ninth brother.

Later...she met Yin Ting in college.

His profile caught her attention at the first moment.

"I lied to you on purpose." Meng Mingxuan finally reached out and hugged Yan Mojiu's neck.

The desire that had been growing in recent days had been forcibly suppressed by her.

Now that she knew her sister's lover was Ye Yukan, her emotions were greatly relieved.

She didn't have a sister to rob her.

"I will tell Ye Yukan that my sister has been reincarnated."

She could feel that Ye Yukan still had her sister in his heart.

Of course he would let Yan Mojiu beat him to death in vain and would not fight back.

"Let him find his sister for the rest of his life."

My sister's clean grave can be stained with crocodile tears.

Ye Yukan was not worthy to pay tribute to her sister, let alone cry at her sister's grave.

"She is your sister, and you are her last concern in this world. You can make any decision for her." Yan Mojiu hugged her and accepted her decision on this matter.

"Did Xu Kan disappear suddenly?" Meng Mingxuan asked again.

Yan Mojiu was silent for a moment, then replied, "It's death escape."

Meng Mingxuan's heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp knife, and the pain made her feel cold.

Her sister thought that it was also painful when a loved one died.

"He's really trash."

She agreed with Yan Mojiu's evaluation of Ye Yukan.

Yan Mojiu didn't say anything else and hugged her tightly.

Time seemed to have returned to the point four years ago. They were both hurt by Meng Mingyou, so they hugged each other for warmth.

…

The next morning, Meng Mingxuan woke up and saw a note next to her pillow.

Yan Mo nine gates.

He had told her last night that he would be busy for a long time.

Xu Li and his friends were not injured. After the traffic accident was handled, they all arrived in Kyoto and moved into the villa area.

Kyoto is like a city, full of dangers, so there are always people around her.

She also bought all the villas surrounding Yan Mojiu's villa.

After going through a lot of ups and downs in her mood, Meng Mingxuan slept soundly again. Overall, she was in a relatively calm mood.

But this silence was soon broken by the old butler sent by Mr. Yan after breakfast.

"Miss, the old man wants to invite you to have a meal together and meet friends of the same age."

Meng Mingxuan: “???”