A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

As she walked, Mu Jingyan suddenly stopped.

Why put it in your schoolbag?

Wouldn't it be better to just wear it directly...?

Once she was sure no one was paying attention to her, she slowly reached out and unzipped her backpack.

The black and white scarf lay quietly on the top layer, as if waiting for her.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

The soft fabric feels warm and delicate to the touch.

Mu Jingyan took the scarf out of her schoolbag carefully, as if she were holding something precious.

The scarf was very long; when unfolded, it could almost wrap around her neck twice. She held it, hesitated for a moment, then slowly brought it closer and sniffed it.

A faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

It wasn't a floral or fruity scent, but a very clean and warm aroma.

It smells like sun-dried cotton wool, or like the fresh scent after a morning shower.

This is the scent of Shen Ye.

A faint blush rose to the tip of Mu Jingyan's nose. She subconsciously pursed her lips, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Reason told her that doing this was strange.

But she just couldn't control herself.

The scarf seemed to possess some kind of magic, making her unable to resist getting closer.

Mu Jingyan wrapped the scarf around her neck, again and again, the soft fabric against her skin, giving her a warm touch.

The scarf was long, with both ends hanging down in front of her chest. Its black and white color scheme surprisingly harmonized with the turtleneck sweater she was wearing today.

She looked down and couldn't help but laugh.

This belongs to... Shen Ye.

Although she said she disliked it, deep down she didn't hate it at all.

You could even say you really like it.

The scarf brushed against her neck, and Mu Jingyan couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Soft and warm.

She pursed her lips, buried her face in the scarf, and secretly sniffed it again. It was still that clean, warm, and reassuring scent.

When Mu Jingyan arrived at the door of Class 2, she saw Mu Jinghuan coming out of the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

She wore a pink down jacket and a fluffy hat today, making her look soft and fluffy, like a pink cotton candy.

She looked up and saw her sister; her eyes lit up instantly.

"Sister!" Mu Jinghuan ran towards Mu Jingyan, her steps light and her face beaming with a happy smile.

Mu Jingyan patted her younger sister's head: "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, no!" Mu Jinghuan shook her head, then her gaze fell on her sister's neck. She blinked and asked, "Sister, where did you get your scarf?"

Mu Jingyan's movements froze for a moment.

She instinctively reached out and touched her scarf, her heart pounding.

"This..." Her tone was a little unnatural, "I put it in my schoolbag this morning, and I only just remembered to wear it now."

After she finished speaking, a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

Mu Jinghuan tilted her head, a look of confusion in her eyes, but still nodded obediently: "Oh—" She didn't ask any more questions, but quietly followed her sister downstairs.

Winter nights are especially cold.

A cold wind blew in through the corridor windows, making people shiver.

Mu Jinghuan shrank her neck, put her hands in the pockets of her down jacket, and her face was a little red from the wind.

"It's so cold..." she muttered softly, shivering slightly.

Mu Jingyan turned her head to look at her and noticed her sister's trembling eyelashes and the stray hairs that were ruffled by the wind.

She looked down at her scarf.

The scarf is long enough for two people to wear together.

"Come here," Mu Jingyan said.

Mu Jinghuan was stunned for a moment, then obediently moved closer.

Mu Jingyan reached out and untied the scarf once, then wrapped half of it around her sister's neck, using the scarf to connect the two of them.

"elder sister?"

"Wear them together."

Mu Jinghuan looked down at the soft scarf around her neck. The black and white fabric looked somewhat mismatched with her pink down jacket, but she didn't care at all.

The scarf was very warm, carrying my sister's body heat, and had a faint fragrance.

She buried her face in the scarf, her nose pressed against the soft fabric, and couldn't help but sniff it.

This taste...

Mu Jinghuan blinked.

So familiar...

She felt like she had smelled this scent somewhere before.

What was it? She tried hard to remember, tilting her head back and forth, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

correct!

Mu Jinghuan's eyes widened suddenly.

It's Brother Shen Ye!

This scarf smells like Brother Shen Ye!

But... why is my sister wearing Shen Ye's scarf?

A big question mark popped into Mu Jinghuan's mind.

In her memory, her older sister had always been very serious and proper, and also a bit of a germaphobe.

My sister never allows anyone else to touch her things.

My sister's desk is always neat and tidy.

But... why is Shen Ye's scarf on my sister's neck?

Mu Jinghuan thought about it again and again, but still couldn't figure it out.

So she looked up at her sister and asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Sister, why does this scarf smell like Brother Shen Ye?"

Mu Jingyan stopped in her tracks instantly.

Huanhuan's nose... how can it be so sensitive?!

Mu Jingyan's face turned red instantly, as red as a boiled shrimp, and even the roots of her ears were tinged with a light pink.

"You...you smelled it wrong." She tried to make her voice sound calm, but the last syllable still trembled slightly.

Mu Jinghuan blinked, looking completely bewildered: "But...it really does smell exactly like Brother Shen Ye..."

"You just smelled it wrong." Mu Jingyan interrupted her, her tone carrying a hint of firmness. "The scarf is new, where did it smell like someone else?"

Mu Jinghuan was somewhat confused by her sister's attitude.

She could smell it very clearly...

But if my sister says no, then it must be no, right?

"Oh..." She nodded listlessly. But the doubts in her heart still lingered, and she wanted to ask something else.

"elder sister......"

Mu Jingyan noticed her sister's actions and immediately knew what she wanted to say.

She quickly interrupted, her expression turning serious.

"Huanhuan!" Her voice deepened. "Don't you even believe your sister?"

The little robot shrank its neck in fright at the sudden seriousness.

She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes drooping, not daring to say anything more. She obediently lowered her head and whispered, "I believe you, sister..."

Seeing this, Mu Jingyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Huanhuan was calmed down.

Otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to explain it.

She reached out and ruffled her sister's hair, her tone softening slightly: "Alright, let's go, they're waiting in the car."

Mu Jinghuan tilted her head up and nodded: "Mm."

The two continued walking towards the school gate.

The scarf tied them together, making it a little inconvenient to walk, but Mu Jinghuan didn't mind at all.