"You don't like women either."
Jiang Muyao's words were firm and decisive.
Her brows furrowed slightly, and a strange feeling rose in her chest.
It's not the panic of having a secret exposed, but the relief...
(Wait! I don’t understand this trend!)
(Asexual? Pansexual?)
(Rich sister is so cool! This is beyond the three realms and beyond the five elements.)
Su Yueya suddenly chuckled, her fingertips unconsciously touching the rose tattoo on her collarbone.
This tattoo was done on her 20th birthday, when the tattoo artist asked her if she wanted to add a heart or letters.
She refused.
"interesting."
She tilted her head slightly. “So what do you think…what do I like?”
She just didn't believe Jiang Muyao could say it.
“You like to collect clouds at sunset.”
"The pink and purple of the Maldives, the golden orange of the Aegean Sea, and the indigo blue at the foot of Mount Fuji"
As Jiang Muyao's voice fell, Su Yueya's fingertips suddenly stopped moving.
She stared at Jiang Muyao on the screen, her throat tight.
No one knows about this.
No one knew that the sky of seven countries was locked in the drawer of her room.
No one knew she would raise her camera at sunset on every trip.
No one knew that she would look through those photos alone late at night.
(Rich sister’s hobby is too romantic!)
(So this should be considered a fetish.)
(What kind of art film heroine setting is this?)
Su Yueya ignored the barrage of comments, and her thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the evening of twenty years ago.
The six-year-old girl lay by the window on the third floor of the villa, looking at the clouds in the sky that were dyed golden red by the setting sun.
The cloud was so beautiful, like a firebird with its wings spread out, making her afraid to breathe deeply.
"Mom! Look!"
She turned around excitedly, only to see her mother looking down at the account book.
My father stood on the other side, talking on the phone with an expressionless face.
No one looked up, no one paid any attention to her!
The golden-red cloud gradually dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
Later, she bought a camera and learned to press the shutter button at every sunset.
If no one is willing to stop for her, look up for her.
Then at least, these fleeting beauties will belong to her forever.
"The drawers in your room have clouds from various countries."
Jiang Muyao's voice brought her back from her memories.
She smiled, but this time the smile did not reach her eyes.
"Anchor, do you know why I like clouds?"
She didn't wait for Jiang Muyao to answer and continued on her own:
"Because they are just like me..."
"It looks expensive, but in reality... it can be blown away by a gust of wind."
Her voice was very soft, but it made people feel distressed.
Su Yueya recalled the first time she brought her girlfriend home when she was eighteen.
Mom just glanced at it calmly and said:
"It's okay to play around, but don't make a big deal out of it."
Dad didn't even look up from his newspaper to look at her.
Later, she tried men and women, and indulged herself in a life of decadence and luxury.
But in the end, she found out.
She loves nothing.
She was just used to filling herself with expensive things, just like herself when she was a child.
Use the camera to fill the sunset that no one responds to...
The live broadcast room was silent, and netizens were all feeling sorry for Su Yueya.
"Do you know?"
Su Yueya suddenly relaxed her body and leaned on the sofa.
"I spent three million on a psychiatrist, but he couldn't see through me as well as you do."
Jiang Muyao looked at her quietly, and when she calmed down a little, she suddenly spoke:
"Next month in Iceland, you'll see the most beautiful sunset of your life."
Su Yueya was stunned.
She did book a flight to Reykjavik next month, but she hadn't told anyone.
She suddenly felt her eyes getting hot and the tears were about to burst out.
This fortune-teller, whom she had never met, understood her better than her parents and understood what she didn't say better than her psychologist.
(What happened to my sister?)
(Why are you crying...)
Su Yueya raised her hand, quickly and efficiently swiped another 100 rockets, and then cut off the connection.
(Wow, that look from the rich woman at the end almost broke my heart.)
(So what are some truly stunning sunsets in Iceland? Waiting?)
(Who is there in Iceland?)
"There the Icelandic laser awaits a cloud watcher..."
She paused for a moment, then continued:
"The last lucky bag."
The corners of her lips curled up slightly under the veil.
(The Northern Lights in Iceland and people watching the clouds... wow, so romantic.)
No one stipulates that anyone must love anyone, but you must love others...
The lucky bag will open automatically when the time is up.
The ID is running wild, grab the lucky bag.
In a few seconds, a rocket special effect appeared on the screen, rocket*10.
Seeing how generous they were, netizens began to speculate which wealthy family this young master or young lady was from.
The connection was quickly connected, and a pale but still delicate face appeared on the right side of the screen.
The girl looked young, probably in her early twenties. She was wearing loose yoga clothes, had a thin figure, and her collarbone was prominent.
(Sister, you are so thin that it makes me sad.)
(Just feel sorry for your tax-free monthly salary!)
(Not satisfied with this figure? Who are you trying to kill?)
The person who connected was called Lin Xiaoyu. She knew Su Yueya who had just connected and watched the live broadcast in its entirety.
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