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Unconsciously, my heart became even more unhappy.

"Uncle, Sawano and I are in the same class, so we spend a lot of time together."

Seeing that Nangong Sawano kept silent, Song Yina replied in a timely manner.

"Oh, so that's what it is."

Nangong Mingxuan understood.

"Well, and Sawano usually takes good care of me, our relationship is very good, right Sawano?"

Song Yina smiled lightly, then looked at Nangong Zeye.

Nangong Zeye was startled, and subconsciously replied, "Yes."

"That's good. I was worried that you two would be unfamiliar, but now it seems that worrying is unnecessary." Nangong Mingxuan smiled.

Afterwards, at the dining table for four people, the conversation started again.

However, most of the topics revolve around Nangong Zeye and Song Yina, because Nangong Mingxuan is the leader of the whole topic. He wants to draw the distance between the two young people, and he wants to facilitate this settled marriage. Let's talk about this.

At that time, Han Xiaotu was standing not far away listening to their conversation, and she couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart. Before the meal was over, she quietly said something to the servant sister next to her, and took the opportunity to slip away.

Maybe it was because of Song Yina's arrival, or maybe it was because she thought too much, Han Xiaotu felt that the current atmosphere of Nangong's house made her a little breathless, so she approved a coat, and she sneaked out.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Han Xiaotu was walking on the bustling street, with his hands in the pockets of his sweater jacket, walking forward in a daze.The cool night wind hangs on the skin, carrying a slight chill.

Before she knew it, Han Xiaotu came to a fork in the road, and to her surprise, she saw a familiar figure sitting on the side of the street outside a bar across the street. That person—wasn't it Mo Yichen? !

Han Xiaotu saw that Mo Yichen was sitting on the cold floor like a fool, and his clothes were disheveled, so he ran over in a hurry.

Approaching Mo Yichen, Han Xiaotu pushed his shoulder.

"Hey, Mo Yichen, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Well?"

Mo Yichen raised his head, his green eyes were full of mist, and his breath was full of alcohol.

"Mo Yichen, have you been drinking? Hey——Mo Yichen!"

Han Xiaotu subconsciously supported Mo Yichen, who was leaning towards her, and wanted to help him stand up, but soon, Han Xiaotu was hugged by Mo Yichen, who was suddenly forceful, and could not move.

"Just for a while, let me hug you for a while, okay?"

Unclear words came out of Mo Yichen's mouth, and Han Xiaotu was stunned.She didn't know why Mo Yichen got herself drunk, but the look on his face and the tone of his voice were a bit too sad, so she let him hug her.

Unconsciously, Han Xiaotu remembered what Mo Yichen had told her.

Maybe... Did Mo Yichen think about his sister again?

"Mo Yichen, have you thought about that again?" Han Xiaotu asked cautiously, while gently wrapping her arms around Mo Yichen's back.

At this time, there were many pedestrians on the street, and some passers-by cast strange glances at them, but Han Xiaotu no longer cared about so much.

"You know? Today is my sister's memorial day."

Leaning in Han Xiaotu's arms, Mo Yichen spoke slowly.

"I called my dad and asked if I could go back to Korea and go with them to worship my sister, and he said, they don't welcome me, they won't let me go back, they said, even if I go back, they won't let me I showed up at my sister's grave."