Chapter 71 IF Reversal: "Can't my brother be my husband?"
The Demon Realm, East Sea.
In the magnificent underwater palace, the bed curtains fell, and from the closed pearl shell bed, sobbing sounds could be heard continuously.
She was depressed and cried for a long time without stopping; in fact, it seemed to be getting worse.
Just as she was about to faint from crying, the boy beside the pearl-shell bed rubbed his temples and tapped his finger: "Is there enough air in there? Why don't you come out and catch your breath?"
"Ugh...he...hiccup...me!"
Ling Yue'an was silent for two seconds: "If you can understand what they're saying, you're a genius."
He sighed helplessly and had no choice but to use force to open the pearl bed. Looking at the girl crying with her head buried in the pillow, he squatted down beside her and patted her back to soothe her: "You've been crying the whole way back. What did he do to upset you?"
The girl sobbed, "Waaah... He said he's never... never treated me like a little sister."
Ling Yue'an was stunned. "That's it?"
"Isn't this enough! After all these years, he actually... *hiccup*... he actually didn't even... then what am I..."
Ling Yuean muttered to himself, "That's not wrong. The way he acted didn't seem like how he would treat his sister."
Even when the older brother has reached marriageable age, he still holds his younger sister while sleeping, changes her clothes, and sews her menstrual pads.
However, the girl in front of him was crying particularly hard. Ling Yuean rubbed his head and said, "Alright, stop crying. It's just a brother. If you really want one, I'll be your brother, okay?"
"No, you're too ugly." The girl looked up at him and decisively refused.
Ling Yue'an hissed, "Hey, I was just trying to comfort you, and you're attacking me personally. Where am I ugly? We mermaids are known for our beauty, okay? What kind of aesthetic sense do you have? You have no taste."
The girl in front of me had red eyes and a red nose from crying, with tears clinging to her eyelashes. She looked extremely pitiful.
Ling Yuean unfolded the handkerchief and handed it to her, saying helplessly, "Alright, stop crying. If he doesn't treat you like a sister, then so be it. Can't we just stop calling him our brother?"
Sang Ying hiccuped, took the handkerchief and wiped her tears messily, choking back sobs, "You... what do you know?"
She crumpled the handkerchief into a ball, sniffed hard, and said, "He must have picked up another girl outside, that's why he's been so impatient with me lately and won't tell me what he's doing when he goes out."
Ling Yuean rested his chin on his hand. When it comes to picking up people, Sang Ying is the best. He didn't know what kind of constitution she had, but she always encountered injured little demons every time she went out.
The first time she sneaked out, she picked him up. Later, she picked up a lot more cats and dogs. She couldn't take them back to raise herself, and she was afraid that her brother would find out that she had sneaked out, so she stuffed them all into his house. His palace was almost overflowing.
I'll have to clear out those little demons who're lingering in the palace. Honestly, why are they staying at his place when they have perfectly good homes to go home to?
But her brother... the demon prince we saw at the banquet tonight, doesn't seem like the kind of person who would randomly pick up things, does he?
Look at that cold and aloof personality, and she's even picking people up? It's a miracle she didn't scare them unconscious.
Ling Yuean looked at her: "So what do you plan to do?"
Upon hearing this question, Sang Ying lowered her head, feeling sad and lost. She didn't know what to do.
She lost control of her emotions and left a letter before running away, but now she's starting to regret it. If she had pretended not to know, she could at least have stayed by his side a little longer.
From now on, I can't be with him anymore, and I can't sleep with him anymore. He has someone new by his side.
The thought of him being with that new sister, doing the things they used to do, spoiling and indulging her, made her heart ache terribly, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
But he doesn't want her anymore, what can she do?
Ling Yue'an also felt a headache coming on. He had a feeling that things weren't quite as she thought, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He could only sigh softly, "You should get some sleep first, relax a bit, I'll take you out for a stroll tomorrow..."
Suddenly, a little demon came over to report: "Second Young Master, a guest has arrived and is waiting for you in the main hall."
As soon as Ling Yuean turned his head, he saw the boy behind Xiao Yao. He met his dark and cold eyes and a chill ran down his spine, making him shiver.
Ling Yuean: "..." Main hall, my foot! They've already come here to kill us!
Inside the palace, on the pearl-shell bed, Sang Ying also saw Xie Lingyu at the door. Her eyes widened, and she hurriedly hid inside the pearl-shell bed, closing it up.
Ling Yuean turned to look at the pearl clam, then at the boy whose expression was extremely cold, "..." No, if you're going to hide, at least hide me too!
Having no other choice, Ling Yue'an could only bite the bullet and ask, "Um, Your Highness, is there something urgent that brings you here so late at night?"
The young man's expression was indifferent, and his tone was calm: "During tonight's birthday party, my younger sister was lured away by a villain without knowing what was going on. I tracked him down all the way here and came to arrest him."
Ling Yuean nodded. Oh, so they're here to arrest people.
Two seconds later, it suddenly dawned on him: wait a minute, could the thug he was talking about be him?!
It's a misunderstanding! It was clearly Sang Xiaoying who voluntarily ran to his car and went home with him!
The young man lifted his eyelids and said calmly, "I wonder if the young lord of the East Sea has ever seen this person?"
Ling Yue'an's back trembled, and he shook his head like a rattle-drum, "Never seen it, absolutely never seen it!"
How could he bear such a crime? His father would beat him to death if he did. Ling Yue'an kept a straight face. "However, I saw Your Highness's sister on my way back. I brought her back first since she was alone. She's right here. Your Highness, you can chat with your sister. I'll go first. Call me if you need anything!"
After saying that, he darted out in a flash, closing the door neatly behind him to give the two of them some space.
The room fell silent immediately.
Only faint, barely suppressed sobs could be heard emanating from within the pearl oyster bed.
Xie Lingyu walked to the pearl oyster, squatted down, and stared at it quietly for a while with her dark eyes. Her tone was very calm: "This person doesn't even dare to confront me. He abandons you and runs away when something happens. He's cowardly and afraid of trouble. How could you fall for someone like this?"
Over the years they've been together, he had no idea that she had fallen for a male demon right under his nose, and that she had even eloped with him on her coming-of-age ceremony.
She's usually so well-behaved, yet she did something so outrageous for a male demon.
He figured she must have been deceived by the male demon's sweet talk; she was too young, naive, and clueless, so she couldn't judge a book by its cover. If she obediently went home and broke things off with him, he could pretend nothing had happened.
The sound from inside the pearl oyster was muffled and deep.
"It's none of your business, mind your own business."
Sang Ying sobbed again, feeling resentful. He had already said he didn't treat her like a sister anymore, so why was he still controlling her and dictating who her friends were?
Suddenly, silence fell outside the pearl oyster, almost deathly still.
The boy murmured, "It's okay..."
Sang Ying didn't notice the strangeness in his tone. She opened the clam shell, looked up at him with her small face, and said in a choked voice, "Yes, what I do has nothing to do with you! And it's none of your business!"
This sentence acted as a fuse, igniting the sinister emotions that had been suppressed by reason, causing a complete collapse.
"Okay, you don't need me."
He chuckled softly, "Then what do you want, that fish demon outside?"
The boy before her had eerily dark pupils. He was smiling, but there was no real smile in his eyes. Just looking at him sent a chill down Sang Ying's spine, and she couldn't help but tremble.
He had never looked at her with such eyes before; they were dark and unfathomable, making it difficult to discern the emotions within, yet one could sense a sinister and insane rage, like a cold snake lurking in the shadows, its icy and terrifying stickiness ready to ensnare her at any moment.
Sang Ying's wet eyelashes trembled violently, and she was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She could only retreat helplessly.
Until its back hit the clam shell, leaving it with nowhere to retreat.
The boy's smile deepened, his cool fingers cupping her face, his fingertips gently caressing her. "Little sister likes him, wants to be with him, right?"
Sang Ying shivered at the sight of his icy fingers, and was even more confused by his words. When had she ever said she wanted to be with Ling Yue'an?
"But what about your brother if your sister is with him?" The boy's voice was soft, clear yet incredibly gentle. "Does your sister no longer want her brother?"
Sang Ying, who had just finished crying, choked back a sob and denied it, "I didn't..."
The boy smiled and said, "Your little sister is so good."
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, just like always. She sat on his lap, and he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips. "Look at you, you've cried so much you look like a little kitten."
Sang Ying was even more flustered by his sudden tenderness, and her body trembled slightly. "Brother..."
He dampened a handkerchief and gently wiped her face, speaking softly, "If my sister wants to be with him, then she can stay out of it. What's there to object to?"
"Don't you like eating fish? This looks quite firm. It should taste good sliced. Doesn't your sister love fish porridge? Or maybe you learned a new recipe recently and made fish balls with some minced meat..."
Sang Ying's eyes widened suddenly.
He wiped her face clean and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. "Besides, doesn't your little sister really like sparkly gems? Mermaids' tears will turn into pearls. We can collect them, put them in a glass jar, and place it by your bedside so he can keep you company every day."
"Even if it's not full, those scales look pretty good, we can..."
Sang Ying suddenly grabbed his hand, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "Brother, are you crazy?"
He actually wanted to kill Ling Yue'an?! And he did such perverted things, has he lost his mind?
The young man in front of me smiled gently.
The cool fingertips slowly stroked her face.
Yes, he's gone mad.
He went mad the moment she didn't show up in the room as usual; his sister had left him and eloped with a male demon from who-knows-where.
He tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor, even when he saw her sitting on someone else's bed, with the man beside her patting her back and almost pulling her into his arms. He wanted to draw his sword and kill him, but he restrained himself and acted like an older brother to resolve the matter.
He thought that as long as she realized her mistake, changed her ways, and came home with him, he could pretend that nothing had happened.
But she said she didn't need him anymore.
From now on, it has nothing to do with him anymore.
The boy chuckled softly, slowly stroking her face, his dark eyes fixed on her. "Isn't it too late for you to realize this now, little sister?"
He held her hand and kissed her fingertips gently, his tone clingy and morbid, "At first, it was my little sister who clung to me, came home with me, and wanted me to be her brother. Now that she's grown up, she wants to leave her brother?"
Sang Ying's heart skipped a beat as she watched his actions, and her ears burned. What was he doing? Why was he biting her hand...?
She wanted to speak, but she had already cried too much, and when she opened her mouth she hiccuped again, and pushed him away, saying, "I... hiccup... drink water."
The boy watched her cry and hiccup incessantly. After a few seconds of silence, he still managed to condense some water droplets and inserted a straw for her.
Sang Ying cupped the water droplets in her hands and took a big gulp, swallowing it in several gulps. After a while, the hiccups finally stopped, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. "When did I say that I liked Ling Yue'an and wanted to be with him?"
Xie Lingyu stared at her with his dark eyes, his long eyebrows furrowing. "You left that note and went home with him late at night. Didn't that mean you eloped with him?"
Sang Ying felt as if a pot had been smashed on her head. She blinked her wet eyes and said, "I clearly said I went to visit a friend! Which word mentioned eloping!?"
Xie Lingyu remained silent. In his eyes, running away from home in the middle of the night to go home with the male demon was no different from eloping.
But as he stared into her eyes and looked closely, he couldn't see any trace of lying on her face, which meant... she really didn't like that male demon.
Feeling a little relieved, Xie Lingyu pursed her lips and asked again, "Is that fish demon your friend?"
Sang Ying felt wronged and confused. "Yeah, what's wrong with going to a friend's house?"
Even so…
Xie Lingyu pinched her cheek with her finger, her eyes cold: "In the dead of night, without even saying goodbye to your family, you went home with a strange male demon that you've never introduced to your family. Do you think you did the right thing?"
Sang Ying was scolded so harshly that she became obedient. She had acted impulsively at the time, but now that she had calmed down, she realized that her actions were indeed problematic.
It's true that Ling Yue'an and she are friends, and she knows he won't do anything to her, but her family doesn't know that. They are naturally worried about her going home with Ling Yue'an.
Sang Ying felt guilty and whispered in her defense, "But I left a note, didn't I..."
"A note can be forged by anyone. What if you didn't come out on your own, but were kidnapped? There are many demons outside Yunling that are watching inside. Given your status, do you think they won't have ulterior motives towards you?"
"And how long have you known that fish demon? You trust him so much, and you're so comfortable going home with him?"
His tone was calm, not harsh, just stating a fact, but Sang Ying felt he was being harsh to her. She felt wronged and angry at his words and couldn't help but say, "Isn't it because you said you never treated me like a sister that I ran away in anger!"
If he hadn't said that, she wouldn't have lost control of her emotions and run away. Normally, on a birthday like this, she would have wanted to stick close to him and be with him.
Xie Lingyu was taken aback. "You heard that?"
Sang Ying felt like crying again when she thought about it. Her eyes reddened, her eyelashes trembled, she bit her lip, climbed out of his arms, and pulled the blanket next to her over herself.
She held her breath, trying not to cry, and said in a muffled voice, "Since you've said that, I won't bother you anymore. From now on, it's okay, just like you said."
Xie Lingyu finally understood the reason for her series of actions tonight; she thought he no longer wanted to be her brother and wanted to sever ties with her.
That's why she ran out alone and cried so hard.
She thought he didn't want her anymore.
It was as if the missing piece in her heart had been found and filled the softest part. Xie Lingyu scooped the person up from under the covers, held them in her arms, and peeled back their little head.
The girl looked like she was holding back tears; the tip of her nose was red and twitching uncontrollably, and glistening tears were already hanging at the corners of her eyes.
Sang Ying was both aggrieved and annoyed: "What are you doing? Didn't I already say..."
A cool, gentle touch landed on the corner of my eye, soft like a feather, taking away the tear as it left, leaving behind a faint scent of sandalwood.
Sang Ying opened her eyes wide in a daze. He... he just...
The young man's expression softened, and he cupped her small face in his palm, his fingertips gently caressing it. "I don't mean I don't want you."
Sang Ying's eyelashes trembled violently. What did he mean? He had bitten her hand earlier, kissed her face just now, and now he was saying such things.
"But you clearly said you've never treated me like a younger sister..."
"yes."
Sang Yingxin slumped down again, sniffed, and was about to turn her head away when she heard him speak again:
"Compared to my relationship with my brother, I have a more desirable identity."
Sang Ying was stunned for a moment, then looked up, "...What identity?"
A dragon's tail emerged from behind the boy, the jade tail wrapping around her waist and firmly holding her.
He embraced her, his possessiveness finally no longer concealed or buried, but fully revealed before her.
My hand was held and kissed, from the back of my hand to my fingertips, the touch sticky and soft, like a gradual invasion.
As Sang Ying's ears grew increasingly hot, she heard his low voice.
"Xiao Ying's husband."
He said...
Husband?
Sang Ying stopped crying, her wet eyelashes trembled, and her clear eyes were still misty as she looked at him.
"Is it like Rongrong's mother and the Demon Emperor father?"
"right."
"Like them, they haven't been separated for six hundred years?"
"Yes." Her answer was affirmative. "We'll always be together, never apart."
Sang Ying's heart skipped a beat. He said he wanted to be her husband and be with her forever.
"I don't want to just be Hotaru's brother."
The boy grasped her fingertips, his fingers slipping between hers to hold her hand.
Their fingers intertwined, the warmth of his palms emanating from them, along with the faint sound of his heartbeat.
Sang Ying was stunned for a moment. How could she hear his heartbeat? When she looked closely, she realized that it was coming from the small blue-gold pendant around her neck.
Along with it came a scorching heat, which made her heart pound.
"Hotaru, no brother would hold his sister to sleep every night, use her as a fantasy object during his hot flashes, and do those things in his dreams."
Hot flashes...
Having lived among the dragons for many years, Sang Ying was naturally familiar with this term. It refers to a period when adult dragons have found someone they like.
But when she asked what to do during hot flashes, the dragons all blushed and vaguely glossed over the question.
Sang Ying asked in confusion, "What did you do in your dream?"
My chin was lifted up by warm knuckles.
Sang Ying raised her eyes and saw those beautiful, glassy eyes. Before she could discern the emotions within them, those eyes magnified before her, and her breath caught in her throat.
It is cool and soft.
It's that same feeling again.
But this time it wasn't the corners of her eyes that were glistening with tears, but rather her... lips.
The boy's sudden kiss was both innocent and quiet.
He gently lifted her chin and gave her a light kiss without any skill, his lips parting slightly and slowly moving away.
He clearly lacked practical experience and was not skilled enough, and would sometimes accidentally bump her lips, but when she hummed softly, he would gently caress and lick them, as if to soothe her.
Sang Ying is no longer a clueless child.
Although she had no practical experience, she had read storybooks and knew that this was called kissing.
She would occasionally catch Rongrong's mother and father kissing, and when she saw it by accident, her ears would turn bright red.
At that time, she was naive and didn't know why she was doing it or what it felt like.
But she has always been very curious and eager to learn, so one day while he was asleep, she secretly tried it out.
But when she kissed him, it wasn't like this before; her heart was pounding so hard that she couldn't hear anything around her.
Sang Ying grabbed his clothes helplessly, her fingers clenched into a ball, her eyelashes fluttering. Fortunately, the boy didn't seem to want to scare her, and only kissed her briefly before separating.
His forehead was pressed against hers.
He stroked her lips, which were slightly red from being kissed, with his fingertips.
"Like this, I did a lot of things... I wouldn't let go of Hotaru."
Sang Ying's ears turned red. She let out an "Oh," poked his chest with her finger, and slowly said, "Actually, I've done it before, but it feels a little different."
Xie Lingyu paused, "What did you say?"
Sang Ying's voice was even softer: "It was just a kiss on the lips. I secretly kissed you before when you were asleep, but not for as long as you did. It was just a touch... um!"
The unfinished words were stuck in his throat.
Her chin was lifted up by his grip, and the boy kissed her again, but this time it was fierce and heavy, completely unlike his previous gentleness. He was almost biting her lips, sucking on them until they hurt a little.
She instinctively pushed him away, but the boy grabbed her wrists, pressing them together against the clam shell. His clothes were cold and frigid, like snow.
Her lips, however, were warm.
Or rather, it went from being cool at the beginning to getting warm.
Warm, soft lips intertwined and caressed each other, and with each licking motion, the scent of sandalwood wafted between their lips.
Sang Ying was a little dizzy from the kiss. While she was still in a daze, the boy's fingers hooked around her waist, and he kissed her lips before parting them, letting the scent of sandalwood fill the air.
Sang Ying was dazed, and realizing that he seemed to want to go further in, she opened her teeth in a daze just before his tongue entered.
The boy parted slightly, chuckled softly, pecked the corner of her lips, and showered her with praise.
"My dear little sister."
Sang Ying was quite happy when she first heard it, but then she realized that it wasn't a proper compliment, and her ears turned red.
They kissed for a long time, until Sang Ying couldn't breathe, before the boy finally let her go.
Still somewhat craving more, the dragon's tail coiled around her, and as her watery eyes became misty and she gasped for breath, it lingered to kiss the corners of her lips, her flushed face, and the corners of her tear-stained eyes.
Sang Ying pushed his face away, her tone unconsciously haughty, like a spoiled kitten, "Brother, you're so clingy."
The hand that was pushing him was also caught and kissed, from fingertips to the back of fingers, even between the fingers.
It's sticky and gooey.
He seemed to be unable to resist the urge to bite, but he was trying his best to suppress it for fear of hurting her. He just gently rubbed his fingers against his teeth. "Yes, a little. I'm having my hot flashes lately."
It was already difficult enough for him to hold back from scaring her, but she deliberately provoked him by saying those things.
Xie Lingyu picked up the little one and asked, "When did you secretly kiss me?"
Sang Ying fluttered her eyelashes. "It was last year during the Spring Festival, the night we were in the snowfield, he held me and watched the dawn. I woke up in the middle of the night and he kissed me."
She raised her hand to touch her numb lips, a little resentful, "But I didn't kiss you like that! It was like you were going to eat me up, you kissed me until it hurt."
The girl in front of him had wet, red eyes, and her lips were a vibrant, beautiful color from being kissed. She was looking at him with such an innocent gaze.
Xie Lingyu took a deep breath and tried hard to restrain herself for a while before she stopped kissing him.
His dark eyes were fixed on her, his fingertips slowly tracing the outline of her lips, his voice low, "So what do you mean? Do you want me to be your husband?"
Upon hearing this, Sang Ying's face scrunched up, and her delicate brows furrowed.
After thinking for a long time, under his gaze, she slowly shook her head.
Xie Lingyu's gaze darkened slightly.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
...It doesn't matter if she doesn't agree. He had already prepared many plans. No matter what, his sister could only be his.
Just as Xie Lingyu was about to speak, the girl raised her eyes, looking conflicted: "Can I not choose?"
Xie Lingyu paused slightly, "What do you mean?"
Sang Ying fidgeted with her fingers. "Exactly, can I have both?"
Her brother could spoil her, pamper her, and play around with her, while her husband could always be with her and do more intimate things.
She wants them all...
Damn it, why do we have to choose one?
Sang Ying raised her clear, bright eyes, misty as water, and asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Can't my brother be my husband?"
Xie Lingyu was slightly taken aback, then understood her strange line of thinking and found it somewhat amusing.
He pinched her cheek. "Of course, a brother can be a husband."
"However, Ying can only have one brother, me."
Sang Ying was satisfied and finally pleased. She smiled, her eyes clear and bright like a crescent moon, and nodded: "Mm!"
The next second, as if suddenly remembering something, the cat brandished its claws, pressed down on his shoulder, and questioned, "Did you pick up another little sister outside?!"
Xie Lingyu: ?
He wanted to know the details: "How did you come to this conclusion?"
Sang Ying retorted confidently, "You haven't told me what you've been doing lately when you go out! When you're holding me to sleep, you're hesitant and want to get away from me. They say male demons are like this when they get tired of their original partners!"
"I don't hold you while we sleep because it's my hot period."
Xie Lingyu patiently explained, "You were too young before you reached the age of marriage, and I was afraid it would scare you."
Sang Ying thought about his fierce kiss just now, paused for a few seconds, and agreed with the reason, "Then where did you go out to do?"
Xie Lingyu sighed softly, "I've prepared some things at home. You'll see when you get home."
This wasn't their home, not a familiar place. Sang Ying naturally wanted to go home, so she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her slender arms draped over him.
She had just been kissed and was almost crying. She sniffed and her voice was a little soft and nasal. "I'm out of strength. Brother, carry me."
Xie Lingyu is right, we'll find out when we get home.
From afar, one can see that within a hundred miles of the Dragon Palace, pale blue spiritual flowers bloom and sway in the wind.
It was a flower she had casually mentioned a long time ago, a flower she really wanted to see, but it only grew in the desolate lands of the Demon Realm, and her body was too weak to go there.
The boy lowered his head and gently kissed her cheek, his voice low yet incredibly tender.
Upon hearing this, Sang Ying's heart pounded, and her ears burned again.
The end of one relationship does not mean the end of the bond with that person, but rather the beginning of another relationship.
A deeper bond was thus formed.
Happy birthday, my little firefly.
May you always be happy.
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My next book is "The Seventh Year After My Sister's Death," and I've already saved up 6,000 words. I'll be starting it soon! [Dog head with rose in hand]
At the age of fifteen, Lin Mo, from the countryside, was adopted by the wealthy and powerful Bo family in City A.
At seventeen, Bo Mo, who was living under someone else's roof, died on a rainy night.
When she woke up again, she was penniless and walking on unfamiliar streets, not recognizing a single person. In this moment of confusion and helplessness, Bo Mo could only think of her two nominal brothers.
They are truly the chosen ones, the center of attention. The eldest brother, Bo Sichen, took over the conglomerate at a young age and is known for his aloof and arrogant nature.
The second brother, Bo Jinfeng, is arrogant, roguish, and unrestrained.
Bo Mo had long understood that she was not one of them.
She only thought about studying hard to get into a good university, and kept her distance from the two men, having no contact with them until her death.
A torrential downpour, a desolate rain curtain.
Bo Mo borrowed a phone from a kind passerby, and after thinking it over, she carefully dialed Bo Sichen's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered just before the second ring ended.
Afraid of disturbing him late at night, she spoke timidly, her voice unconsciously low: "Hey, brother."
The other end of the phone was eerily quiet; there wasn't a sound.
Bo Mo nervously plucked the water droplets from her hair, feeling awkward and restrained. She stammered, "I can't find my way home, and I have no money. Brother, could you... lend me some money?"
The sound of shattering glass came from the other end of the phone, sharp and piercing. In the dim rainy night, it was like the breaking of a long-silent dream.
...
A rumor is circulating widely among the elite circles of City A: the older brother of the Bo family is still unmarried, and the younger brother is celibate, all because he is keeping his chastity for his beloved.
A discerning individual pieced together a portrait based on subtle clues.
Long hair in a ponytail, wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School in City A, gentle personality, and likes jasmine.
Hey.
Doesn't that sound a lot like the Bo family's younger sister who died young?
...
Perhaps due to their experiences, the two older brothers had undergone significant personality changes seven years later. The eldest brother was no longer aloof and unapproachable; he was gentle and polite, always ready to help her solve any difficulties, and exceptionally reliable.
Even her second brother had shed his roguish ways, patiently tutoring her in soft voices every night.
But Bo Mo knew that they were still not on the same path.
So after saving enough money to rent a place outside, she planned to sincerely thank her two older brothers and leave the old house.
Pushing open her brothers' door, she was suddenly surprised to find the room covered with her photos and filled with her belongings, like a nest full of treasures.
She stepped back in surprise, only to bump into the arms of the person behind her.
...
The cold chain fastened to her ankle. Bo Mo couldn't tell whose fingertips were gently caressing her; it was unusually hot. Tears welled in her eyes, and she could only tremble uncontrollably.
The cold voice that came from behind was incredibly gentle.
"My little sister rarely comes home, and now that she's all grown up, does she want to leave her brother?"
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timid, dull, and honest younger sister vs. her brother, a mad dog who became a gloomy male ghost after his sister's death *2
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