Chapter 915 The Devil and His Sister
There were no lights or candles.
There is only a faint moonlight.
Silence illuminates two faces that are 30% similar.
After a long time, Chu Yan finally spoke slowly, each word carefully and cautiously.
"Chuyang, call me brother, okay?"
“…”
The girl clutched her doll tightly and didn't look up.
The moonlight shone on her furry hair.
The man stared at her, waiting patiently, and spoke in such a gentle voice for the first time.
"The last time I said this to you was many years ago. At that time, you had just been diagnosed with a stress-related mental disorder and refused to speak. I repeated this to you every day. Do you remember?"
The girl was still silent and lowered her head, but Chu Yan didn't care. He just slightly outlined the corner of her lower lip, but the arc seemed particularly difficult. He slowly touched the girl's hair.
"Brother, haven't you said this for many years?"
"Or should I say, I haven't had a good conversation with you in years, and I haven't expected a reply from you in years."
The man's fingers slid down from the girl's soft hair, and his touch was a little stiff.
"I was wrong."
He raised his chin slightly as if to suppress some emotion, his eyes fell on the girl's hair, and he repeated softly,
"Chuyang, call me brother, okay?"
"I haven't heard that in years."
What followed was a long wait, until the moonlight was blocked by dark clouds again. Just when the man's eyes were about to dim silently, the girl looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head. Then her somewhat hoarse and vague voice entered Chu Yan's ears unclearly.
"elder brother."
He froze.
It’s hard to describe what I feel in my heart at this moment.
It was like a dead devil who had been numbed for many years guarding the dark and desolate ruins and only wanted revenge. In the ashes that had been burned to ashes, he saw green buds growing again on the flowers that had once bloomed and then burned to death.
It looked the same as when he took care of it many years ago.
Then at this moment he suddenly remembered, ah, it turns out that I had seen the sunshine before I died.
I also have a flower that depends on me for survival.
She is not dead.
She is still alive.
It doesn't look healthy, but at least there is hope.
There is hope.
Chu Yan leaned over from his chair and hugged the girl.
As if not used to such intimacy, Chu Yang struggled violently.
But it was only for a moment, and she stopped quickly.
The man hugged her tightly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, but his voice sounded very obscure.
"kindness."
He answered,
"Brother heard it."
"Brother heard it."
Dark clouds lazily covered half of the moon, and the dim light shone through the window onto Chu Yan's beautiful profile.
The devil held his sister, who had finally come back to life and with whom he depended for everything.
He laughed softly.
There was an unprecedented joy in that voice, but in the moonlight it also revealed an unconscious loneliness.
"That's great, Chuyang."
"Just let my brother bear the hatred."
"Just remember the good memories that make you smile."
"It's enough for you to just stay by your brother's side like this."
"At least this way my brother will know that he is still alive."
"Chuyang, talk to your brother more often in the future, okay?"
The girl was silent, but silently rested her forehead on his shoulder, slowly and hesitantly reached out her hand, and patted him on the back soothingly.
It was like patting a puppy, clumsy and slow, but it made the man smile even more deeply.
There was excitement in Wei Li's eyes and eyebrows.
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