Lin Moran peeked into the letter and understood its contents in a second.
Looking back suddenly, it was her name and his name.
Her face flushed bright red. Lin Moran, who was usually carefree, was actually quite sensitive and delicate when it came to emotions, and her face turned uncomfortably red.
She stood up and pulled An Huishou up, saying, "Huaishou, let's continue practicing our swordsmanship."
Sometimes, Lin Moran would hope that An Huishou could understand her feelings.
But people are contradictory. She was also afraid that he would think of her, afraid of being rejected, afraid that they wouldn't even be able to maintain their current comfortable relationship.
Therefore, Lin Moran preferred to remain unknown and simply remain a shadow behind the scenes.
An Huaishou put the letter away.
"Mo Ran, there's no rush to practice your sword."
An Hui got up, took out some ointment from the room, and applied it to Lin Moran.
Lin Moran's hands were not white, and there were many wounds on them, which was completely different from the meticulously maintained hands of ordinary girls.
Lin Moran wanted to pull her hand away, afraid that he would find it offensive.
"I can do it myself."
An Huishou ignored her and carefully applied the medicine to her, gently spreading it evenly.
As he applied the medicine, he said, "You and my sister are really two different people. I used to apply medicine to her hand like this when she hurt it before. Her wound was much smaller than yours, but she still cried and kept saying it hurt. She kept making a fuss, and it took me a long time to get the medicine on."
"Xiao Yuan'er is so cute like this. She's a little princess, so it's okay to spoil her a bit." Lin Moran's eyes were full of smiles.
An looked back and asked softly, "You really like that girl?"
"Of course. Xiao Yuan'er is the best girl."
"Yuan'er has never had many female friends, so it's her good fortune that you like her,"
After quickly applying the medicine, An Huishou re-bandaged Lin Moran.
Lin Moran had only given her a hasty bandage before, but this time An Huaishou bandaged her up very well.
He stood up: "Mo Ran, you and Yuan'er are friends. So I'll treat you like my little sister too. No matter what kind of personality you have, it's never wrong to take care of yourself. If you get injured in the future, you still need to take good care of yourself. Let's compete again after you've recovered."
Lin Moran nodded stiffly.
She stood up somewhat mechanically: "In that case, I'll head back now. I'll have someone else practice with you."
"good!"
Lin Moran quickened his pace and hurriedly left the training ground.
After leaving the training ground, she finally couldn't bear it any longer, squatted in a corner, and blinked frantically.
"Sister? Sure enough, in his heart she's either a brother or a sister. Lin Moran, you knew this all along, so what's there to be sad about?"
Looking at the bandages on her hands, Lin Moran forced back her tears.
"Lin Moran, don't cry. Crying will only make you despise yourself."
But Lin Moran couldn't hold back and secretly shed tears.
Then she allowed herself to cry her heart out once.
"What should we do? She doesn't want to be the younger sister at all."
"What should I do? I've liked him for so long without even realizing it."
"There's no other way, so even knowing the outcome, I'm still willing to be that fool,"
She either doesn't like something, or if she does, it's for life.
I'd spend my whole life wasting time with you.
Secretly, don't tell him.
Lin Moran wiped away her tears and became strong again.
An looked back and took out the letter that An Yuan'er had left for him once again.
An Hui was intelligent and quick-witted, understanding things immediately.
However, An Hui knew his own feelings; he had no romantic feelings for her. This was the only way he could subtly convey his feelings to Lin Moran.
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