Seeing the photos of Song Fei entering and leaving Yan Jiang's house, Song Ci finally felt at ease. Song Fei had concealed the fact that she had woken up from her, which made Song Ci angry, but the fact that Song Fei had woken up was exciting in itself.
Han Zhan snatched Song Ci's phone and put it in his trouser pocket. "Stop playing with your phone. We're almost at the top of the mountain. We'll be able to see Tianchi soon."
Song Ci was so excited that she wanted to cry after years of anticipation finally came true. She was heartbroken when she thought about how her sister could have survived in her previous life, but was killed by that bastard Mu Mian. In this life, Song Fei survived, and she wanted to thank God and Han Zhan.
Song Ci suddenly hugged Han Zhan, ignoring the looks of others, buried her cheek in the crook of Han Zhan's neck, and said to Han Zhan with a sob: "You are a lucky star, Brother Han, you are my lucky star!"
Han Zhan understood what Song Ci was thanking him for. He gently stroked Song Ci's short hair and said to her, "Have fun today. When we get back, we'll go talk to Song Fei."
"good."
"Let's go to the top first. We have to see Tianchi Lake when we come here."
"good."
Standing on the mountaintop with Han Zhan and the others, gazing at the magnificent Tianchi Lake, Song Ci was actually a little scared, her legs shaking. She secretly pinched Han Zhan's coat sleeve, and Han Zhan looked at her with a puzzled look, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Ci was particularly timid. She looked at the magnificent landscape in front of her and whispered, "I'm scared. I don't know when it started, but I've become particularly afraid of the deep sea. Tianchi looks beautiful, but it terrifies me. My scalp tingles."
Not noticing Han Zhan's worried look, Song Ci rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and said, "I can't imagine how desperate it would be if someone fell into this Tianchi..."
As he spoke, Song Ci was suddenly hugged by Han Zhan.
Seeing Han Zhan and Song Ci hugging each other, Song Shiqing and the other three were very considerate and walked away a little so as not to disturb the couple.
Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "Were you afraid of the sea before?"
Song Ci shook her head and said, "I've been on a yacht on the sea before, so I'm not afraid." She had also gone diving in the sea.
Han Zhan noticed that Song Ci's body was quite tense. He patted her arm soothingly and asked her, "When did you start to be afraid of this kind of thing?"
After thinking carefully, Song Ci said, "In my previous life, when I was about to die, the car carrying me rolled down the cliff of the Yulongyuan River. The cliff was a slope, and I was thrown out of the car and hit a hard rock. All my bones were broken. I was in great pain and wanted to scream for help, but I couldn't. It was raining that night, and the river was roaring. One of my feet was soaked in the water, and the water kept washing over my leg. It was a horrible feeling."
"Since then, I get goose bumps whenever I see pictures of deep pools and deep seas." Closing her eyes, Song Ci tightly gripped Han Zhan's wrist. She sighed, "I'm so useless..."
Han Zhan rubbed his chin against Song Ci's head and hugged her tighter. "Nonsense, you're great. You're already great that you still have the courage to stand in front of Mu Mian."
Because of Song Ci's fear of the deep sea, Han Zhan and Song Ci left the mountain early. That night, they took a private plane back to Wangdong City. When they arrived at Wangjiangshan Airport, it was already dark.
Song Ci and Han Zhan walked out of the passage side by side, and saw Song Fei as soon as they looked up.
Song Fei was standing next to a column outside the airport hall. She was wearing a black sports-style tank top, revealing her jade-white waist. She was also wearing a loose black hooded leather jacket, with the hood holding down her short hair.
Song Fei's long legs were hidden under her army green overalls. She leaned lazily against the column, looking a bit decadent, yet proud.
When Song Ci saw Song Fei, he suddenly stopped.
She stood there in a daze, not daring to move any closer.
Song Ci couldn't bear to blink as she stared at the woman with a depressed, aloof and unapproachable aura. She stared at Song Fei intently, afraid that she would disappear like a wisp of smoke in the blink of an eye.
Song Fei raised her head as if she sensed something.
Seeing Han Zhan and Song Ci, Song Fei's pupils trembled slightly. Song Fei subconsciously stood up straight, raised her hand to take off the hat on her head, and then looked at Song Ci with an awkward expression.
The hat was taken off, revealing the stunning face hidden under the short hair. Her eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as those of Song Dynasty porcelain, but they were always engraved with arrogance and coldness.
Song Ci stood there stubbornly and silently, saying nothing and not moving forward, but with tears in her eyes.
After several seconds of silence, Song Fei suddenly raised her slender right arm. With her right palm facing upward and her fingers curled up, she waved toward Song Ci. A cold voice uttered from her slightly red lips, "Song Ci, come here, sister."
Hearing Song Fei's words, Song Ci ran away from Han Zhan like an arrow that had missed its target, and ran towards Song Fei like a flying arrow. Song Ci fell on top of Song Fei, who could not withstand the rapid attack of this small cannonball and her back was hit by the cylinder.
Song Fei let out a soft groan.
Song Ci was so excited that she didn't notice her sister's groan of pain. She hugged Song Fei's neck tightly and bit her shoulder without saying a word.
Song Fei hissed, but did not push Song Ci away.
Song Ci bit Song Fei's shoulder with great force at first, causing her to feel as if her flesh was being torn off. But soon, the force gradually became lighter and smaller, and some warm tears fell on Song Fei's shoulder.
Realizing that it was Song Ci who was crying, the cold and arrogant look on Song Fei's face gradually faded.
The frost in her eyes melted, covered with a layer of pity. "Little idiot, why are you crying?" Song Fei wanted to rub Song Ci's head, but when she raised her arm, she found that Song Ci was actually taller than her.
Song Fei truly felt that these eight years had passed. The little thing that used to be shorter than her was now taller than her.
Song Fei was very unhappy.
"Sister..." Song Ci hit Song Fei's thin and fragile back, and choked, "I thought you really didn't want me anymore..." Song Ci's broken voice made Song Fei feel even more pity for her.
"Don't cry." Song Fei's comfort was dry.
Song Ci rubbed her head against Song Fei's neck, rubbing her tears and snot onto Song Fei's body.
Song Fei felt a little disgusted, but she didn't push Song Ci away. Song Fei heard Song Ci crying and saying, "Song Fei, my parents are gone. Their bodies were disposed of together with the other victims. I only received two urns. I buried them together on the hill behind my hometown in Caijia Village."
Song Ci told Song Fei about her parents' funeral in a casual manner, but she did not tell Song Fei how sadly she cried when she buried her parents herself.
Song Fei felt a lump in her throat. She hugged her only sister, her eyes slightly red. "Well done, Song Ci. Mom and Dad will be very happy to be buried together after death."
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