An Yuan'er gripped Lin Moran's hand tightly: "No, Moran, you have to promise me. That day, when we encountered assassins at the archery tournament, you knew it was dangerous, so why did you still rush in to save my brother?"
Lin Moran honestly said, "I didn't think about anything at the time, I just followed my body's instincts."
An Yuan'er responded, "I was just following my body's instincts, so I had to do it."
An Yuan'er was determined, and Mo Ran knew he couldn't stop her.
"Fine! Rather than letting you worry when you do things, I'd rather support you and be your backer. I'll keep it a secret from Yi Chenli."
An Yuan'er hugged Lin Moran: "Moran, you are a good girl. Actually, I really hope that you can be my sister-in-law. Don't always call your brother 'brother'. You are a girl, so show your gentleness in front of him appropriately. Don't keep quiet. You are too strong-willed."
Speaking of An Huishou, Lin Moran felt a pang of sadness.
She secretly liked An Huaishou, but An Huaishou had no romantic feelings for her.
The two got along well, sparring and practicing swordsmanship together, but their relationship was more like that of brothers. In fact, An Huaishou might not even have realized Lin Moran's feelings for her.
Some girls may appear strong, but they are actually very soft-hearted.
Lin Moran is that kind of person.
“Yuan’er, although I always call myself your sister-in-law, I know that your brother likes Han Yuanyuan. She is the one who should be your sister-in-law.” Lin Moran said somewhat dejectedly.
“However, even if I can’t be your sister-in-law, Xiao Yuan’er is still my best friend.” Lin Moran smiled, but An Yuan’er saw the sadness in her eyes and her smile was forced.
After her brother was brought home, he went to school and became the boy Mo Ran liked at first sight. Before she knew it, she had secretly harbored a crush on him for so many years.
Although Mo Ran never spoke, An Yuan'er knew that her brother studied literature and martial arts very late, and he always came home late at night.
On the quiet path late at night, An Huaishou walked alone ahead, but behind him, there was always a figure, silent, accompanying him home and escorting him home in a way he didn't know.
Only after he entered the An residence would Lin Moran emerge from the darkness. Then he would return the way he came, heading back to his home in the opposite direction.
By the time Lin Moran got home, it was always very late at night. So Lin Moran always got scolded by her father, who said that it was inappropriate for a girl to stay out until midnight.
Over the years, Lin Moran is probably more familiar with this road back to An Mansion than An Yuan'er is.
Unrequited love is the most heartbreaking. Mo Ran dislikes studying; it gives her a headache whenever she reads. Yet, the only books in her room are all her brother's favorites.
She secretly collected information about her brother's hobbies, wanting only to get closer to him.
An Yuan'er felt really wronged for Lin Moran. She said angrily, "That woman Han Yuanyuan is no match for our Moran at all. My brother must be blind. When we get home, I'll wash his eyes."
“Xiao Yuan’er, Han Yuanyuan is one of the most talented women in Shengjing. I’ve read her poems, all of which are about the desert in the army. The vast desert inspires longing, and the brave soldiers inspire awe. Poetry reflects a person’s state of mind. She is indeed no ordinary woman. I am not as good as her, so it’s not surprising that I admire her.”
“At this point, you still have to speak up for your brother. She can only write about her feelings in the military, but Mo Ran, you are a true heroine who can go into battle. Mo Ran, you are not allowed to underestimate yourself.”
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