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Chapter 1329 Remembrance (5)

That kind of sincere smile seemed to come from the heart, pure and without a trace of impurities.

He hated her, hated her from the bottom of his heart.

On the first day he came, she took the initiative to greet him, held his arm with her tender hands, and called him delicately: "Brother..."

However, he threw her away, and she fell to the ground, her white and tender skin was a little worn, and traces of blood ooze out.

He couldn't bear it, and wanted to step forward to help her up.

However, she didn't cry, just smiled stubbornly, like a fragrant pear blossom.

She looked like a little adult, but she was a child after all, her eyes were still filled with tears, but she was stubborn and didn't drop a single drop.

He was angry at her stubbornness and her strength, but it was not so much anger as jealousy.

He always thought that he was supercilious and aloof, but suddenly found that he was not as open-minded as a six-year-old girl.

So he didn't help her up, and he left angrily: He wants to see how long she can be stubborn?
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Gradually, day by day...

Unknowingly, he was slowly influenced by her sincerity, and the dark corners in his heart gradually got used to the light.

But he was such a face-saving person, so he naturally didn't allow himself to show any emotions.

He still ignored her, and still spoke coldly to her, but he already found that the tunes he played every night seemed to be colored with her emotions and colors.

He sat on the roof, thinking of that pure and lovely face, that fragrant smile, the corners of his mouth slightly curled into a smile.

For the first time, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother...you look good when you smile." Her voice suddenly reached his ears.

He turned his head slightly, only to see that her small body had slowly climbed up, but her body was trembling, feeling very dangerous.

Panicked, he slid down a little, grabbed her little hand, and pulled her up.

The moment he touched her soft and boneless little hand, his icy fingers trembled one after another, which seemed to resonate with the ripples in his heart.

He pulled her up and placed her next to him, making sure that her little body was no longer swaying and that she was sitting securely. Then he turned his head, looked at the night scene absent-mindedly, and said in a dull voice: "How did you come up?"

"I just heard the sound of my brother's flute. My brother's flute sound is so beautiful that my sister dare not go to sleep. She is afraid that if she falls asleep, she won't be able to hear anything."

Listening to her immature but adoring little adult tone, he turned his head away and snickered.

"Brother, don't snicker! You look really good when you smile, let me see." Her coquettish ravings reached his ears, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Okay, I can show you a smile, but you are not allowed to call me brother again." His cool words permeated the air.

For some reason, he just hates this title, because this title seems to separate them abruptly, and he hates this feeling.

(End of this chapter)