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"Yes, he didn't lie to you. I am indeed, his sister, but we are half-brothers."

"W-what?" Shen Canghao's eyes widened in disbelief.

"My mom divorced dad twenty years ago. I was just over two years old, and after the divorce, I immediately disappeared from the city. My dad waited for more than ten years, and then became disheartened, and in order to take care of me, he married Huang Shujuan. You should know all of this, right?"

Huaiyan mumbled in a hoarse voice. When she talked about dad, her eyes became sore. If dad knew that mom came back and became a rich family's wife with a boy, dad would probably want to die.

Shen Canghao nodded his head and replied, "Yes, I know about that."

My mom married into the Ji Clan and married Ji Yunze. She gave birth to a boy every few years, and that boy, Ji Weian, was about three years younger than me. They spent all these years abroad, and returned in May.

Huaiyan let out a long sigh. She had not expected herself to be able to tell Shen Canghao about this matter so calmly. She felt uncomfortable and could not accept it, but she could not let it go.

"Then... Was that the reason for the hug that day? "

He looked at her uneasily, and after pondering for a moment, he finally spoke up straightforwardly, "Yan Yan, I was wrong about that matter. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course."

Joy nodded and turned away, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand. Why not? She had decided to leave him. She didn't want to care about the damage anymore.

"Yan Yan Yan."

He suddenly reached out to hold her in his arms. Not long later, warm tears wet his clothes. He rubbed her hair and murmured in a low voice, "If you want to cry, just cry. Yanyan, don't be afraid. Cry …"

Her hands gradually wrapped around his waist, and she started to cry in a low voice. He didn't say anything, only tightly hugged her, and let her wipe the tears and snot from her face onto his body. Her trust, and her unconscious reliance on him, made him feel like he was crying.

At the end of her tears, she fell into a sob as she fell asleep. Along the way, he held her in his arms without moving, afraid that he would wake her up. An inexplicable thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

He was afraid, afraid that after she cried, she would turn into a calm and estranged state. Such a hug, such a quiet and blissful hug, would there be another?

He did not know, he did not know, why he held her with a smile on his lips.

Even the treetops that were thick and green and glistening were stained with a bleak yellow, and few people came to the coin ice cream machine. The boy on the bike had also changed into a long-sleeved shirt and a woolen vest, but the look in his eyes had never changed.

On that day of the week, he had come all the way from Lin City on the pretext of a bicycle race by himself. He had calculated the time, and he had increased his speed from two hours, thirty-eight minutes, twenty seconds to one hour, fifty-two seconds. He was confident that he would be faster and faster.

He had never met that girl before.

From morning until dusk, the old people in the grocery store began to clatter and pack up for dinner. Zeng Yaxi stood there like a statue, staring at the alley where she had disappeared last time.

The golden sunlight danced in the sky. A gentle breeze blew up the yellow leaves on the tree. Where was that figure? Should she also change out of her white dress and walk towards him leisurely while wearing thick pants?

He had already accumulated a thick stack of notepads from the grocery store. Once he came, he would leave a phone number of his own, along with a short sentence: Xu Huan Yan, this is Zeng Yaxi. Please contact me.

Was it covered with dust? It was like the heart that he had always been waiting for, but he was young and arrogant, never knowing to retreat, never knowing to give up.

He stepped on the bike. He was covered in sunlight, his shoulders were wider, his legs were longer, and his body was thin with muscles. He wanted to see her, to tell her that he liked her.

But she had disappeared.

His heart was filled with hope, and when he walked, he was so exhausted that he almost couldn't step on the bike anymore. After the car had traveled for a long distance, he still looked back, and saw the old street that he could never see again.

Next week? Will he come again? He would, he definitely would. If he couldn't wait until autumn, then he would wait until winter. He had plenty of time.