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Midsummer of August, on the banks of the Songjiang River.

The river water churned under his feet as waves surged towards the distance, forming a line.

Half an hour ago, her boyfriend resolutely asked her to break up because of a photo in her wallet.

The wind almost blew the thin woman off her feet.

Han Yao moved her body, and shakily changed into another standing position. She extended her hand, and smoothed the long hair on her face.

It was clearly written in the dejected look in his eyes.

Han Yao lifted her head and looked towards the sky. It was an azure blue color without clouds, so clear and transparent that it was extremely clear.

The figure of that person seemed to appear in front of him.

A handsome face with a warm jade-like smile, wearing a white sweater, a light blue shirt, and brown pants.

He held out his hand to her, his amber eyes tender and affectionate.

Yao Yao, Yao Yao …

Her voice was like the melody of nature, causing her to be engrossed in the music and unable to extricate herself from it.

She extended her hand, but it only touched nothingness. The wind brushed against her fingertips, not stopping.

There was nothing, nothing at all.

Tears rolled down Han Yao's face as she squatted on the ground in a sorry state, and covered her face with her hands.

Her big brother would never come back … He would never call her Yao Yao again.

But he had been gone so long that she had never even dreamed of him. Every night she woke up with a start, empty.

Perhaps, only when she was drunk would she be able to see his appearance.

Han Yao lowered her hand and went to get the bottle, but she did not manage to get a full bottle. She opened her blurry eyes and stared at the pile of bottles for a long time before realizing that she had already emptied them.

Han Yao supported herself up as she stumbled forward.

She was a little drunk, and the road swayed in front of her eyes as she walked.

She shook her head vigorously and rubbed her eyes, trying to get a better view.

When she raised her eyes again, she saw a figure walking over slowly. That face was the face she had been thinking about day and night.

His handsome eyebrows were starry, his eyes were deep, his facial features were tall and straight, his features were defined, his lips were slightly pursed, and his short black hair was slightly messy due to the wind.

The man wore an expensive handmade suit. There was not a single wrinkle on his body. His long pants wrapped around his long legs. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing half of his wheat colored arms.

Han Yao's entire being was frozen in place. She stared at him blankly, her eyes unblinking.

It's him, it's really him … Are you dreaming?

She held her breath, and her heart began to pound in her chest.

"Brother Cheng …" He murmured softly, and his voice was soon dispersed by the wind.

Nanfeng Haozhe walked past the woman without looking at her.

The moment the two bodies crossed paths, Han Yao suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's arm anxiously. Then, she threw herself into his embrace.

Nanfeng Haozhe's body stiffened, but before he could even react, the woman in his embrace raised her head. A gentle, white face appeared in his line of sight, causing him to squint.

The streets were full of women these days, hur hur.

However, the faint smell of alcohol coming from the woman made him frown.

Drinking to build up courage? It seemed to be the only possibility.

He lifted the corner of his mouth, but that smile was not warm. He stretched out his hand to pinch Han Yao's chin, and coldly said: "I don't like to touch drunk women."

Han Yao did not hear her, she could not hear anything, and in her eyes, was only the familiar face.

His pretty light brown eyes were always full of smiles. Whenever he curled his lips, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were like the spring breeze, causing people to feel warmth …

This was her big brother … She had liked people for so long.

"Great, you didn't die …" "You're back …" He was mumbling to himself.

Nanfeng Haozhe did not pay attention to her. Just as he was about to shake off her hand, she came over and kissed his lips.

Her soft lips were unbelievably sweet.

There was a hint of alcohol on his lips, making his brain go blank for a moment.

Pah, it seems like there's a broken string in his head.

The woman's face was almost within reach, her wet eyes were filled with an inexplicable emotion. The complicated emotions intertwined together into a net, and he could clearly see his reflection in her eyes. That feeling was as if he was her prey.

Nanfeng Haozhe raised his eyebrow, his heart was moved, and his attempt to push his stopped.

Seeing that he did not reject her, Han Yao became even more excited, a few tears of joy flashed in her eyes, her eyes shone weirdly.

This was real. She really wasn't dreaming. She could feel her big brother's warmth.

Her big brother was alive!

Han Yao reached out and hugged him tightly, burying her head in his chest.

Strange, there were so many things that he wanted to say, but he couldn't say a single word.

She choked with sobs, repeated in a small voice, and stuttered, "I like you … "I've liked you for a long time …" The belated confession had been brewing for a long time.

Nanfeng Haozhe did not move, the gale wind had lifted her long hair, she was wearing a long skirt, and a few strands of her hair had hit his face.

In this day and age, there were many beautiful women, but they were all pure and pure. This was a rare sight.

When he left the clubhouse, he felt much more at ease.

It was because of this woman who had appeared out of nowhere … And her hugs and kisses.

He thought he might be crazy.

Since that was the case, what difference did it make if he was a little more crazy?

Nanfeng Haozhe held Han Yao horizontally, reached out, and intimately pushed her long hair behind her ears. He looked at her face that was devoid of makeup, yet was pleasing to the eyes, then leaned close to her ear and muttered in a voice similar to that of a devil, "Woman, this was something that you had sent yourself to the door."

Han Yao had been looking at him the entire time and was unwilling to move away even a little. There was also someone who liked her?

A soft smile appeared on her face as she thought of this. She took the initiative to embrace the man's chest and tightly embraced his waist, as if she was afraid that he would disappear on the spot.

Although her mind was still in a daze, even if it was a dream, it was still a beautiful dream. At least, at this moment, her palm was no longer as intangible as the palm of her hand.

Nanfeng Haozhe hugged Han Yao, with a bit of force behind her, he gritted his teeth as he walked towards a hotel with large strides.

He had been easily seduced by a woman.

… ….