Huh~huh~

The situation is changing.

There was a strong wind outside the window, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the dark sky for a moment. Thunder was rolling, and the wind in the lobby on the first floor made the windows crackle.

Han Muxue felt waves of yin energy.

She shrank her neck and was about to turn around to leave when another bolt of lightning split the night sky. For a few seconds, she seemed to see two faint shadows with long hair, one tall and one short. But when she rubbed her eyes again,

Disappeared again.

It's just a matter of dazzling...

She shook her head, wrapped her clothes tightly, faced the cold wind, and closed the window with difficulty.

"came back?"

The casual male voice was slightly cold and hoarse.

In such a tense atmosphere, Han Muxue's heart contracted violently, her blood flowed back, and she turned around nervously. A young man dressed in black stood one meter away, silent and ghostly, with one hand.

He slowly took off his sweatshirt and hat.

The slightly longer chestnut-colored slightly curly hair is piled in a mess on his forehead, almost covering his eyes.

He has excellent facial contours, a tall and thin body, and a somewhat slumped temperament, but he should be a handsome boy.

It feels too gloomy.

who is he?

Han Muxue was a little confused.

Only then did she notice the suspicious black plastic bag in the gloomy boy's hand.

Under the pale light, you can see that there is a lot of bright red liquid in the palm of his hand holding the bag, and it is even dripping down.

Outside the window, the rain was falling, as fast as a summer thunderstorm, beating on the eaves.

This young man made her feel a little uneasy.

A long look at each other.

The young man pouted and wanted to leave, which was also the direction of the second floor.

Finding that Han Muxue was still behind him, he turned around and asked her.

"Won't you go up?"

"oh oh."

Han Muxue lowered her head with a fake smile and hurriedly followed. It wasn't that she didn't want to go up, but she didn't know which room was hers.

Sure enough, when we got to the second floor, we saw a row of rooms facing each other, all looking the same, which made me even more confused.

She stopped and frowned in thought.

Which room is Han Muxue's original room?

The boy's room was at the end of the corridor on the left. He walked very quickly, as if he was in a hurry to deal with the things in the plastic bag he was carrying. Before Han Muxue could react, he had already opened the door and entered, closing the door with a click.

.

She was left to wander alone in this.

The thick dark red door panel has very good sound insulation effect, and is even covered with sound insulation strips. There is a thick and soft red carpet on the floor. There are exactly the same furnishings on both sides, symmetrical from left to right. Even the positions of the vases are exactly the same, and they seem to be

Mirrored.

This style made it hard not to remind her of the Royal Hotel where she almost stumbled.

The more she traveled through it, the harder it became for her to understand: Why should her house be decorated like a high-end hotel outside and have so many rooms?

This second floor became a maze in another sense for her.

While she was confused, a door beside her suddenly opened without any warning. Before she could make a sound, she was pulled into the door.

It was the young man just now.

"Shh!"

The young man was very cautious and told Han Muxue to be silent, while he lay on the door panel and listened quietly.

It took a while before I felt relieved.

He jumped onto the white and soft goose down quilt on his back.

"Sister, you are so brave, you dare to walk around in this corridor."

sister?

Han Muxue understood everything at once. No wonder he seemed so familiar and had his own room on the second floor.

"No, I haven't been back for a long time. I just forgot where my room is."

Han Muxue laughed, hoping to get through.

The young man suddenly sat up and stared at her with a serious face.

"What, what's wrong?"

Han Muxue felt a little guilty after being stared at by him.

"Sister, please stop hiding some things from me. I already know them."

"Oh ah?"

What is he saying?!

The boy jumped out of bed and took out an old kraft paper envelope from the diagonal pocket of his black sweatshirt jacket.

But when she took it and held it in her hand, her pupils were shaking and she couldn't believe it.

This beautiful handwriting with a bit of stubbornness that penetrates through the back of the paper is the thank you letter she wrote.

When she was admitted to the police academy and could not afford to pay her four-year tuition fees, when she was desperate, the dean excitedly told her that there were kind-hearted people who were willing to subsidize her four-year tuition, accommodation, and even monthly living expenses free of charge.

She trembled and unfolded to confirm again that this magical thing, including words and sentences containing deep gratitude, were indeed all written by her.

She felt a little dizzy for a moment, which meant that her sponsor turned out to be the real Han Muxue from the past!!

But why?

"Sister, you already knew this, right? Why did you keep it secret and didn't tell me? Why?!!"

The young man suddenly became excited and asked, and Han Muxue, who was still in shock, became even more confused.

"What am I hiding from you?"

"Bai Chuchu, my biological sister, she was still alive and well before. She is not dead. You obviously knew it a long time ago. Why are you still hiding it from me? Why?"

The young man's anger reached the extreme and his sadness reached the extreme, but he could do nothing. He could only sit helplessly on the ground against the wall, lowered his head and covered his tearful face with one hand, and roared in a low voice, like an injured animal at the end of the road.

little beast.

"Are you, Chu Yang?"

Han Muxue knelt on one knee, unable to restrain her excitement and trembling hands, and covered the young man's stern face.

The young man stopped crying, raised his head and met his sister who was looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Sister, you?"

Han Muxue is his half-sister. From the day he was taken back to the Han family, he changed his name to Han Yang and is no longer the Bai Chuyang he used to be.

Only my mother and my sister Bai Chuchu know the name Chu Yang.

The tears were like broken beads and couldn't be stopped at all.

Han Muxue couldn't believe that since her mother passed away when she was nine years old, she actually still has relatives in the world. On the night she lost her mother, her younger brother disappeared. She searched for it in vain. For so many years, there was no news, and her hope became more and more.

She was so confused that she just thought her brother was dead.

"Chu Yang, my Yang Yang!"

Han Muxue could no longer control herself and hugged her brother tightly. The feeling of regaining family affection once again made her feel dizzy with happiness.

"How have you been doing over the years? Have the Han family bullied you? How are you doing in school? Do you have many friends at school?"

She couldn't wait to ask her brother a lot of questions.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Han Yang carefully looked around Han Muxue from head to toe, thinking that Han Muxue was stimulated and was not normal.

However, what Han Muxue said next was even more crazy.

"Chu Yang, you see clearly, I am not Han Muxue, I am your biological sister, Bai Chuchu."

"?!!"

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

Han Yang looked in disbelief.

"Really, sister, I won't lie to you. I am Bai Chuchu. The real Han Muxue died in that explosion. I was reborn in her place."

She stood up slowly, and the endless light in her eyes made her look like a queen who had descended on the world.
Chapter completed!