C7 (1/2)
The third year and last semester passed just like that.
Mu Liangxi had a nagging feeling that the time was too fast, and she wasn't even prepared to welcome the College Entrance Test yet.
In fact, only the two days of the new year break allowed him to rest, and the rest of the time he spent in supplementary lessons.
On this year's An City, snow had actually fallen on this New Year's Eve.
”Brother, mom is asleep.”
The people of Liangxi wore beautiful cotton-padded jackets and went into the garden. The snow had already begun to fall a lot, but there were always ceremonial flowers for the new year. She had loved them ever since she was young.
”Mom should be thinking about dad again.”
During the new year, her mother rarely played with her anymore and she went to bed early. Actually, she just missed her father.
”Brother, do you miss dad?”
It had been a long time since Liangxi dreamt of a father. In his memory, Liangxi's amiable father was his best father. Liangxi doted on her so much that he treated her like a little princess ever since she was young.
The servant lit up the flower and raised his head to look at the colorful fireworks in the night sky. She leaned on his shoulder and softly said …
”I can barely remember his face.”
Some people, after leaving for a long time, their memories also became shallower and shallower. You wanted to recall the past, but all you could remember was what had happened.
”Aren't there photos?”
”That's different.”
The girl shook her head and stuttered:
”If I disappear one day, will brother still remember what I looked like?”
”Nope.”
There didn't seem to be a trace of hesitation in his answer. After a moment, she heard that person say:
”There won't be such a day.”
Because, he wouldn't let anyone take her away, nor would he watch her disappear in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, it was already May.
The school had been closed for the last half month and she had been studying at home.
She was really sleepy, so she just lay on the table for a while.
When Mu Yanze entered the girl's room, he saw the figure of her back leaning on the table. Under the light of the table lamp, her hand was still holding onto the brush, her mouth slightly opened, sleeping soundly.
When he turned off the lamp and carried her back to bed, the girl sleepily rubbed against that warmth. It was such a familiar embrace. Previously, she liked to sleep like a child against her brother's embrace.