Xiao Muyan sniffed, put away the urge to cry, and stared at Lu Huaichen with her bright eyes blinking, as if she didn't understand why he was laughing.

Suddenly, she felt that the brother in front of her didn't seem so scary.

Lu Huaichen finally brought her into the room in this posture. Xiao Muyan didn't dare to move, for fear that she would fall accidentally.

Only when they reached the room did Lu Huaichen put her down.

He pulled a cushion onto the ground, glanced at it, and said to Xiao Muyan in an imperative tone, "Sit down."

Tang Muyan hesitated for a moment, pulled the small cushion a little further away from him, and then sat down unsteadily.

Lu Huaichen also pulled a cushion and sat opposite Tang Muyan.

The girl's eyes are sparkling and shaped like peach blossoms, her little face is pink and tender with a bit of baby fat around it, and it looks so soft that people have the urge to pinch it.

But the Lu family's upbringing did not allow Lu Huaichen to do that, otherwise he really wanted to go up and pinch him.

"May I have your name."

For some reason, he would deliberately soften his voice when speaking to the little ball of flesh in front of him.

Xiao Muyan opened her tender lips and said in a childish voice, "Yanyan."

"Yan Yan?" Lu Huaichen smiled. It turned out that the five-year-old child was so stupid, but still quite cute.

It’s not that Tang Muyan didn’t know her name, because everyone in her family called her Yanyan. Plus, whenever she saw Lu Huaichen, her heart would unconsciously tighten, so the words just came out of her mouth, making her seem a little clumsy.

Lu Huaichen smiled dotingly, rubbed the little girl's head, and said in a gentle voice, "So what does little Yanyan want to play?"

Xiao Muyan shook her head and sat there obediently, not moving.

Lu Huaichen knew that she was nervous, so he looked around the room to see if there was anything a five-year-old could play with.

He looked around and found only a box of watercolor pens.

He found a few more pieces of white paper, took them all and placed them in front of Xiao Muyan.

"Do you want to draw?" Lu Huaichen took out a pen and handed it to Xiao Muyan, looking at her with a calm look.

Xiao Muyan looked at the watercolor pen for a long time without taking it.

She looked embarrassed, and her mother told her not to accept things from strangers.

Seeing her hesitation, Lu Huaichen handed it forward again, "Take it!"

Xiao Muyan then took it.

After she took it, she held it in her hand and looked at it for a long time. She pulled the pen cap but it didn't come off.

The cap of the pen was a little tight, and Tang Muyan was not strong enough, so it was normal that she couldn't pull it off.

She opened her big tearful eyes and looked at Lu Huaichen for help.

Lu Huaichen understood, laughed twice, helped her take off the pen cap and handed it back.

Tang Muyan held the pen in her hand, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

She also said to Lu Huaichen politely, "Thank you."

Then she lay on the ground and started drawing.

Seeing that she had her own things to do, Lu Huaichen took a book and started reading.

But when the little girl wanted to change the color, she got into trouble. Lu Huaichen was reading seriously and she didn't dare to disturb him. She just waited timidly by his side until he finished reading.

After a long time, Lu Huaichen put down the book in his hand and wanted to see what the little girl opposite him was doing. He found that the little girl was looking at him with her round little face.

He raised his eyelids, "What's wrong?"

The little girl lowered her head and looked at the watercolor pen that she couldn't open. She spread out her chubby little hand and handed it to Lu Huaichen, "I can't open it."

Lu Huaichen still smiled. He took it patiently and said, "It's okay. I'm just reading a book. You don't have to worry about disturbing me. As long as you hand it to me, I can open it for you."

Tang Muyan was still young and didn't know what idle books were, but from what he meant, she knew that as long as she changed her watercolor pens, she could find him.

Tang Muyan nodded heavily, "Thank you, brother."

The word "brother" sounded soft in a childish voice, and the smile in Lu Huaichen's eyes deepened.

In the following period of time, Tang Muyan would change to a watercolor pen every once in a while. Lu Huaichen didn't get angry, and he patiently helped Tang Muyan to start drawing.

More than an hour later, the first art work in Tang Muyan's life was successfully completed.

She happily handed her masterpiece to Lu Huaichen, "Brother, look."

Lu Huaichen frowned as he looked at Tang Muyan's work. He could vaguely tell that the little ball was drawing a person.

Although it was not very good, Lu Huaichen still praised, "Yan Yan, the painting is really beautiful."

"What is this painting about?"

He asked one more question, but after hearing Tang Muyan's answer, Lu Huaichen felt that it would be better not to ask.

"It's my brother!" the little girl said cheerfully.

Immediately, Lu Huaichen's lips twitched twice.

The little dumpling is actually talking. Is this him?

Refusing to accept his fate, he picked up the painting and examined it twice. The facial features were deformed and abstract, and the body proportions were extremely uncoordinated: the head was so big and the body was so small.

The only thing that made Lu Huaichen feel relieved was that the little man drawn by Tang Muyan had quite long legs, which was more suitable for him.

Lu Huaichen looked at the painting, then at Tang Muyan, but finally gave in to Tang Muyan's expectant gaze and insisted on what he said before. He rubbed Tang Muyan's head and praised sincerely, "Yanyan's painting is really good."

Tang Muyan's pink face was sunken with two dimples. She said modestly, "No, it's my brother who is good-looking."

*

The memories stopped abruptly.

Tang Muyan opened the car window, letting the cool air in, and the coolness instantly spread throughout her body.

She murmured, "Lu Huaichen, why are you apologizing to me?"

She didn't hate Lu Huaichen. He had been very good to her. She had no right to hate him, after all, he had taken so much money.

The only thing she couldn't let go of was the memory.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten together with Wen Huai.

The first time she heard Wen Huai's voice, she hadn't noticed it, but since that dream.

She remembered, and she knew why she had no resistance to Wen Huai's voice.

He also understood why the Wen Huai in his dream turned into Lu Huaichen after his mask was torn off.

Because Wen Huai's voice is very similar to Lu Huaichen's when he was young, clear and powerful, full of youthfulness.

Perhaps it was because of her obsession that she redeemed Wen Huai, not because of Wen Huai’s painful experience. That was just her excuse.

People in this line of work always talk both truth and lies, so how could Tang Muyan not know this?

All Wen Huai wanted was her money.

And all she wanted was the boy from thirteen years ago.