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Wen Yan ran into the elevator and before getting into the car, she retrieved the address Qin Zhen had sent her. When she was driving on the road, she remembered that Wen Zhili might have to work overtime, so she checked the time.
A little after 9 o'clock.
Chinese New Year is tomorrow, so we shouldn’t have to work overtime until very late, right?
It’s better not to send messages to disturb her work.
…
11:30 pm.
The elevator door of the apartment building opened and Wen Zhili walked out, exhausted.
She was stunned.
She could tell who was huddled at the door of her apartment just by looking at the outline in the darkness.
She said nothing, but stopped about three steps away from him. Her footsteps were so light that they didn't even wake up the voice-activated lights in the hallway.
Wen Yan opened her confused eyes as if she sensed something.
The figure that she had been thinking about day and night came into view.
She quickly stood up without saying a word.
The atmosphere was a bit strange and a bit agitated. The two of them just stared at each other in the darkness, unable to see each other clearly.
The silence between them was huge and suffocating.
Wen Yan was still the one who lost his temper first.
"elder sister……"
She called softly, but Wen Zhili did not respond.
Wen Yan moved towards her in a panic. When he was only one step away, Wen Zhili silently took half a step back.
Wen Yan didn't move.
The sound of tears falling to the ground suddenly echoed in the darkness.
My sister started crying, we had only met for two minutes.
The moment he realized this, Wen Zhili's heart trembled and he began to waver again.
She thought helplessly that she was always tortured by her sister's tears over and over again, and then she gave in.
She was about to speak—
"Sister, my parents asked me to take you home for the New Year."
Wen Zhili paused as he had just opened his lips.
Not a single moonlight shines into the corridor.
Wen Yan wiped away her tears.
"Mom and Dad agreed."
…
Wen Zhili's entire face was shrouded in darkness. Wen Yan didn't know what her expression was at the moment, nor did she know whether she lowered her eyes. Of course, she didn't dare to go over and hug her in vain - although she almost couldn't help doing so.
Is she happy?
Is she unhappy?
After a while, Wen Zhili said softly, "Come in first, Yanyan."
Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then responded. As she moved aside to let her sister open the door, she wiped away her tears again.
It’s not because of grievance, nor because of missing you after not seeing you for a long time.
Because the moment she saw her sister's vague outline, she realized that Wen Zhili had lost a lot of weight even though they had only been apart for a few months.
Shape pin bone upright.
Wen Yan wiped away the last bit of heartache that seeped from the corners of her eyes and followed her sister into the house.
Wen Zhili only turned on a circle of dim wall lamps.
It barely illuminated the green apples scattered on the floor that looked out of place in the tidy room, and also illuminated the sister's shocked expression, which was exactly the same as Qin Zhen's.
But this time, Wen Zhili did not smile absentmindedly, and casually explained that he just liked to eat.
She turned around and used her dark eyes to look at her sister who also looked out of place here.
"Do you know what the first thing my mother gave me was?"
She brought up a topic that was still out of place.
Of course, Wen Yan could only nod woodenly.
"It's an unripe green apple."
"Then comes love and material things, then comes you."
Wen Yan didn't understand what her sister wanted to say. She stared at a small patch of skin on her sister's face whose boundaries were blurred by the dim light, as if the answer was written there.
"My mother told me that I couldn't eat the green apple yet."
"I couldn't help it."
"I couldn't help myself with you either."
Wen Zhili's low and hoarse voice passed through the dim and sticky light and fell directly into Wen Yan's ears.
…
Wen Yan seemed to understand what she wanted to say.
"I'm not that good, Yanyan. I can't do what I promised, and I always let you down."
Wen Zhili looked at her with a calm and resolute gaze.
…
Wen Zhili is very beautiful, especially her gentle eyes.
When you look into her eyes, it's like looking at an inky mist.
Hazy and ethereal.
…
Sister, why can’t the fog in your eyes go away?
…
Wen Yan took a step forward.
It broke her calmness, broke her fear, broke her innate hesitation and indecision.
In the cyan shadow, they embraced each other.
"Nonsense, you've clearly done everything you promised me."
That drop of heartache still overflowed.
Wen Zhili didn't understand what his sister meant yet, and subconsciously wiped away the sore tear with his fingertips.
"You put the letter and the painting on the table on purpose, didn't you? Don't think I don't know. I've never seen them before when I entered your room."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhili's expression didn't even show a hint of surprise, which was considered as tacit agreement.
"My parents asked me to come to you after reading your letter."
"You promised to face Mom and Dad with me, and you did."
More tears flowed from my sister's eyes, one after another, soaking into the merciful silence.
"You are the best sister."
"Come home with me, okay? Sister."
"There's still a promise you need to keep to face the future together."
The only eyes left in the world crying for her are these two.
…
How could Wen Zhili say anything bad?
The moment she heard her sister agree, Wen Yan buried her tearful eyes in her sister's neck again with a sense of grievance.
Wen Zhili stroked her back as he did before, chuckling helplessly.
"Didn't we agree on this? Why are you still crying?"
Wen Yan curled her lips and sniffed.
"I wish I were the older sister."
…
If I were the older sister—
Let me teach you how to talk and walk, and teach you how to learn, just as you guided me.
Let me protect you behind me when you are afraid, just like you protect me, and comfort the sadness and vulnerability that you reveal to me without hesitation.
Let me hold little you in my arms and tell you not to be afraid, I am here.
I will be as reliable and gentle as you, and you can enjoy a fearless childhood like me.
I will make you the happiest child in the world, just like me.
I will love you carefully.
Like you love me.
…
Wen Zhili had no idea what she was thinking.
She just patted her sister's back again, her tone as gentle as ever: "Silly girl, that won't do."
"One more time, I want to be the older sister."
Wen Yan couldn't bear it anymore.
She kissed the lips she hadn't seen for a long time.
Sex is pleasurable.
But when sex is mixed with love, longing, heartache, and long-suppressed desire, sex drives people crazy.
They kept doing it until their lower abdomens began to ache.
Wen Yan took the dominant position tonight. The happier and more excited she was, the more she couldn't help but wonder - why?
Sister, why can you remain reserved even at a time like this?
It seemed as if he would never cry, scream, scratch or bite like himself. He would always hold the pillow tightly, sigh and hum softly.
Do you miss me?
Are you also so reserved when you think of me?
Is there anyone who can't suppress his desire like I miss you?
Wen Yan maliciously wanted to break her modesty and was determined to see her lose control because of him.
She grabbed her sister's back and turned her over to lie on the bed. As she did so, she leaned over to kiss her sister's waist, which was sunken due to her thinness.
As a few drops of hot tears fell on his back, Wen Zhili's suppressed breathing penetrated the pillow and melted into the night.
"Sister, please don't leave me, okay? Talk to me, please?"
"Don't leave me, please, don't leave me again..."
A few more tears fell, flowing along her spine and gathering at the lowest point of her waist.
The burning sensation made Wen Zhili tremble uncontrollably.
She suppressed her confusion and managed to stand up a little.
The burning tears on my waist flowed all the way to my legs.
He stretched his hand back randomly and touched a wet and soft cheek.
Wen Zhili suppressed a slight hum and patted the little figure behind him in an attempt to comfort her.
"Be good...be good, don't cry, Yanyan..."
"Sister, I won't... I won't leave..."
"Sister loves you..."
…
——Sister loves you.
Until we are completely integrated, until, until.
…
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