Yu Mobai patted his shoulder with a grin. When he returned to the sofa, Dong Yike was standing in front of Ji Mushu, handing her an orange. "Have one, Mushu sister."
"Don't call me that anymore, you can't be my sister."
Ji Mushu raised her head and looked at her coldly, but in her heart she kept recalling how Dong Yike had helped her when she first entered university.
Especially the time when Dong Yike helped her vent her anger in the dormitory.
When she found out about this, she thought about it for a moment and realized that it would be nice to have an older sister like that.
Am I touched? I am, a little.
but!
but!
but!
I've almost come to think of you as a sister, and you actually stole my man?
In an instant, all the goodwill that Dong Yike had created vanished.
Saying they've completely disappeared isn't quite accurate; perhaps they're all hidden deep in our hearts.
Dong Yike said with a smile, "This orange is very sweet."
"Is it because you find it sweet?"
Ji Mushu is the kind of person who can cry easily when she argues with others. When she got emotional, tears started flowing uncontrollably again. "I can't feel the sweetness."
"Little Comb Sister..."
"I told you not to call me! I'm not your sister."
After Ji Mushu finished speaking, she turned her head away and remained silent. "From now on, please call me by my full name."
The first day of the Lunar New Year ended in a noisy and chaotic "Hongmen Banquet".
Since Yu Mobai decided not to give a direct answer, he didn't go to talk to Ji Mushu afterward.
The expected scene did not occur; everyone seemed to be having a good time.
But Ji Mushu was not happy.
After returning home, she lay on her bed, feeling depressed.
Clutching the teddy bear with the wedding dress that Yu Mobai had given her, she listened intently to the lullaby Yu Mobai sang.
When the battery died, I got up, replaced it with a new one, and continued listening.
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Tears welled up in Ji Mushu's eyes without her noticing. Suddenly, she got up and took out the bloodstained bed sheet from the closet.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, covered with teardrops.
*Smack*
A tear fell onto the bed sheet, wetting a patch. Ji Mushu gently wiped it with her finger, and a trace of blood appeared on her finger.
"Little Sister Wooden Comb".
Suddenly, Dong Yike's voice rang out from outside the door. Ji Mushu quickly stuffed the bed sheet into the wardrobe and wiped away her tears.
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The door wasn't locked, and Dong Yike came in, looking at her strangely. "What are you doing standing in front of the wardrobe?"
Ji Mushu didn't say anything and silently went back to bed.
Dong Yike was the one doing most of the talking, while Ji Mushu completely ignored her.
This time, however, after a long silence in the room, Ji Mushu took the initiative to speak, "Dong Yike, you like Yu Mobai."
This is not a question, but a statement.
She wasn't asking Dong Yike, but rather confirming that Dong Yike liked Yu Mobai.
Dong Yike was also taken aback for a moment, then nodded gently in acknowledgment, "I like it."
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