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Han Sifeng didn't know what time it was.

The stars in the night sky shone with a cold light, and the cold wind made his skin ache.

She knew she was stupid.

The lights in the surrounding windows were extinguished one by one. Only the streetlights were left, standing to the side and looking at her coldly with a mocking expression.

He would definitely find the purple crystal that Han Muyun said was "the only".

Han Sifeng raised his head from time to time and looked at the window of his room in an attempt to use her weakest mathematical knowledge to deduce the approximate location of where the crystal fell.

However, after searching for almost two hours, he still could not find the large patch of grass and flower beds.

Han Sifeng bent his waist as he carefully searched. Suddenly, he bumped into a person.

He raised his head and saw that it was actually Qin Yao.

Why would he come?

Han Si Feng had thought that Han Mu Yun would come down here …

After all, she was already showing her sincerity. Although she didn't know why he was so angry, she was still the first to express that she was willing to help him get the crystal back to vent his anger.

"Let's go home." Even though Qin Yao wore a long coat, it was impossible for him to block the cold winter night.

And the girl in front of him, who was bent over searching for the crystal core, was wearing even less clothes than him. She was shivering in the night wind.

"Alright, I'll be back in a while." Han Sifeng lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse.

"Your body is more important than that string of crystals." When Qin Yao heard her slightly nasal voice, he became somewhat worried that she would catch a cold and said, "Xiao Yun will be worried."

"He …" Han Sifeng rubbed his nose that was hurting from the cold and said in a low voice, "I can't understand anymore. I always say something strange. It was obviously my little brother …"

"If …"

What if it wasn't his brother?

Qin Yao seemed to want to say something, but hesitated. He sighed and said, "It's matters of the heart. Others can't help."

"You can go back first. It's very cold outside." Han Sifeng still bent his waist as he continued searching.

"Then let's search together." Qin Yao sighed once more. He turned his head to look at her window as he surveyed his surroundings.

"No need." Han Sifeng paused. "Thank you."

"Silly girl." Qin Yao walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. He sincerely said, "Feng, the things I've said today might be a little excessive. However, I don't want you to waste your feelings on me. Do you understand?"

Han Sifeng nodded slightly.

Since she had already been rejected, she didn't want to explain that she no longer had the same feelings for him as before.

Otherwise, he would always feel that he was trying to be brave.

Let this matter pass just like this …

How would Qin Yao know what she was thinking? He continued, "Also …" He didn't want to be dependent on someone else's kindness. If you don't get it, then you'll lose it. It's much more merciful than losing it after getting it. "

Han Sifeng suddenly raised his head and looked into his deep eyes.

Only someone who had experienced pain would say such words, right?

She suddenly understood.

But she clearly hadn't experienced the pain of losing her …

"So …" "Don't be so nice to me." Qin Yao turned his face away and withdrew his hand. "Xiaoyun and I are good friends."

He wasn't an idiot. Han Muyun had asked him to pretend to accept Xiao Feng, but if the act was real, how could Han Muyun forgive him?

Even if he didn't put on an act, with Han Muyun's possessive nature, he wouldn't be as good as he was back then.

He didn't want to lose a brother like Han Muyun, so he would rather refuse.

When Han Si Feng heard this, he looked at him in a daze. Why did everyone have to be related to Han Mu Yun?

He was only his little brother. Although his actions were strange and his temper was explosive, no matter what he did to her or what he said, she would only be his little brother.

Han Sifeng dejectedly turned his gaze away from Qin Yao. Suddenly, he noticed a violet ray of light flashing across the nearby lawn.

Under the street lamp, there was a resplendent and cold purple glow.

"I found it …"

Han Sifeng immediately rushed over, and the moment he stood up with the dazzling purple crystal in his hand, he felt as if he was in a state of anemia, and his consciousness vaguely fell down.

"Feng Er, sleep if you're tired. Smile when you wake up …"

"The ones that fly will always fall. However, if there was a wind, he might be able to fly for a long time. That's why Little Wind has to be that gust of wind, to make herself and those who love you fly up in the air. "

"Feng, even if we can't be together, we still love you. "Therefore, happiness …"

It was as if there was a distant sound, breaking into pieces by his ear.

In his mind, there was a lady with a clear smile and a gentle and clean man.

Their lips parted slightly, as if they were saying:

"Happy, I have to be happy …"

It was as if he had returned to a very, very small age.

It was as if brilliant flowers had bloomed in the depths of his memory.

In a split-second, those fragrant and beautiful flowers suddenly withered.

"Don't go, Daddy... "Mom …"

Han Sifeng stretched out his hand, wanting to smile, but tears came out.

"Don't cry."

Another gentle voice, like that of an angel.

A pair of warm hands caressed Han Sifeng's cold face and helped her wipe away the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Fragments after pieces of the purple crystal flashed through his mind, finally turning into a bunch of amethysts, shining resplendently under the sunlight.

Is Xiao Yun still angry?

The purple crystal was already retrieved. If that string of crystals was really important, she could retrieve it after Xiao Yin returned.

But if Xiao Yin can't come back...

No... Not going to...

Han Sifeng's head hurt even more, and he suddenly felt a wave of warmth come from his forehead.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw Han Muyun frowning as he placed a hot towel on her forehead.

"Is it hard?"

Seeing that Han Si Feng had finally opened his eyes, Han Mu Yun's tightly knitted eyebrows relaxed slightly as he asked with a cold expression.

Han Sifeng's head was still a bit heavy, but when he saw Han Muyun's expression, he immediately shook his head and forced out a smile, "Xiao Yun, that amethyst crystal …"

"Who told you to go out and look for him? What use is there if yours is gone? "

Han Muyun turned his face to the side and said angrily, "You even froze yourself to death. Are you an idiot?"

"Sorry, I …"

"Don't tell me you're sorry." Han Muyun's expression turned even colder as he ripped off the hot towel on Han Si Feng's head and replaced it with an even hotter and more crude one. "You didn't do anything to let me down. It was my bad temper that made me feel wronged."

Eh? What was Han Muyun saying?

"What the hell is with your eyes? Close your eyes and go to sleep!" Han Muyun reached out his hand to cover Han Sifeng's eyes, then said, "Come over by tomorrow morning, do you hear me?"

Only then did Han Sifeng know that she really was sick.

It's not because you suddenly get up and don't have enough blood pressure.

Thanks to Han Muyun, she finally couldn't take his torture anymore and became a brand-new patient.

But...

If she had known earlier that Han Muyun would treat her so well when he was sick, she would have been looking forward to getting sick every day.

Even if he wasn't sick, he would pretend to be sick!

After all, being able to enjoy Han Muyun's service was a miracle that only happened once every thousand years.

"Hey, how do I cut this potato?" Han Muyun's voice came from the kitchen.

"Han Sifeng, my eyes are really spicy. Hurry up and get me a towel …"

"Onion... I hate onions, so don't ever buy anything like that again! "

It was still Han Muyun's irritable voice.

Han Sifeng and Qin Yao sat on the sofa.

Qin Yao was leisurely reading the newspaper while Han Sifeng struggled to read the thick English text in his hands.

It was as if he hadn't heard the ghostly cries coming from the kitchen.

"Feng, can Xiao Yun cook?"

After hearing the crackling sounds coming from the kitchen, Qin Yao finally couldn't hold himself back anymore and asked.

"Who knows?" Han Sifeng raised his head and listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen. He shrugged. "You'll know after you eat."

Anyway, they had never seen him cook in their entire lives.

But just because you don't cook, that doesn't mean you don't know how to cook.

Mm, because he was Han Muyun, the top student!

Han Sifeng didn't dare to say that he didn't know how to cook.

Who knows if he might read the recipe for the night and become a deity eater the next day … No, it was the God of Cooking!

"..." I think we should go out and eat. " Qin Yao never expected this young master to serve someone else.

"Xiao Yun is very stubborn, he definitely won't do it." Han Sifeng understood his little brother very well.

Since he took the initiative to ask for food, he would definitely complete the task.

"But …" Qin Yao sighed, put down the newspaper, and walked towards the kitchen. "Although I don't know how to cook, I still want to see if he'll burn the house down."

Han Sifeng was still flipping through the English book as a satisfied smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

It was so good that Han Muyun took the initiative to cook dinner when he was sick.

Although he was worried about whether the food he made could be eaten, the feeling of being pampered felt really good.

Han Sifeng decided to be sick for a few more days.

When an oily looking Han Muyun and a wry smiling Qin Yao walked out of the kitchen …

When Han Sifeng saw the black lump on the plate in their hands, his stomach churned for a moment before he immediately overturned the idea he had just had.

Forget it, she had better hurry over. Otherwise, it would be too masochistic of her to face this kind of dish everyday.

"Try this."

Han Muyun picked up a green sticky thing and put it into Han Sifeng's bowl, his face full of expectation.

What is this?

He could not see the dark side of the ingredients at all!

However, in the face of Han Muyun's sudden change in temperament, Han Sifeng still suppressed the uneasiness in his stomach, put on a brilliant smile, and swallowed that thing under his anticipating gaze.

That's right, it was forcefully swallowed.

Because... It was impossible to bite!

This Huo Gong is really amazing. He can make the outside of the dish so sticky, but the inside is so hard … He could be considered quite capable.

"How is it?" Han Muyun's eyes flashed with expectation as he asked.

"Ah …" This beef … "The taste is pretty good …" Other than a spicy throat, there was no other feeling.

He was almost choked to death.

She felt as if a piece of beef had been coated with mustard...

While eating the rice as if nothing had happened, Qin Yao said, "Feng, what you just ate was a bamboo shoot."

"Ah?" Haha, to be able to make the bamboo shoot into beef flavor... "He's also amazing."

Han Sifeng hastily drank a large cup of water and said.

"Hey!" Han Muyun's expression changed and he suppressed his anger. He picked up a black object and placed it in Han Si Feng's bowl. His tone was no longer the same as before and carried a hint of command, "Taste this."