Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

"Your figure hasn't changed much. You should still be able to wear your previous clothes." He leaned against the door of the dressing room, his voice faint.

Xue'er was still dumbfounded. She didn't understand. There were obviously her clothes here, but in the bedroom over there, he had prepared a lot of hang tags without removing them.

"For the past eight years, these clothes may not be suitable for you." He smiled, "Or do you still like these pink clothes?"

of course not!

Xueer shook her head unconsciously, crossing her fingers, and finally picked a slightly mature set, and looked at him sideways.

Ye Muyun smiled slightly, but withdrew.

The door closed, and she changed her clothes as quickly as possible, which was a good fit.

Xueer looked at the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. The sun was shining on the mirror, floating a layer of light and shadow, and she stood in front of the mirror, as if she had seen herself far away.

brother……

Be careful not to be eaten.

Wow, my brother looked at her terribly.

She seemed to have seen a little herself... but it was only a moment when the light swished and brought her back to reality.

Standing in front of the mirror is 26-year-old self.

26-year-old Tang Xueer.

She still couldn't remember the past, but she was sure that Ye Muyun was indeed her brother in the past. That kind of memory was too deep, too deep to be erased.

Her head hurt again, she didn't dare to think about it anymore, rubbed her forehead and went out.

Ye Muyun stood at the door, looked at her lightly, and then smiled, "Same as before."

Cher pursed her lips, always a little uncomfortable.

After a while, she bit her lip, "I want to see Yishu first."

"You don't need to ask me these questions!" He was very gentle: "This is your house, remember?"

Xueer looked at him for a long time before uttering an oh.

Ye Muyun took her little hand, "However, I'd better eat first. It's almost noon now."

Cher's little hands were sweaty, and he was led downstairs by him, and his heart beat quickly.

Her little hands flinched, "I'm going now."

As an older brother, can you hold your younger sister's hand like this?

Ye Muyun's hand tightened, and didn't let go of her, but said lightly: "The blood sugar is low, what if I faint again?"

She bit her small mouth and said nothing.

She thought that she had prepared a meal and waited for her, but she didn't.

She sat at the dining table, her chin on her little hand, "Where's the meal?"

"I'll do it!" His voice was light and shallow, and then he stood in front of the Liu Litai and started cooking skillfully.

Xue'er widened her eyes and looked at him wearing an apron, still somewhat unacceptable.

This is a violation of peace.

"Have you cooked for you before?" she asked softly.

Ye Muyun's movements were a little slow, and it took a long time to answer her words, "No! I was always busy before."

Busy, no time to fall in love, busy, she is afraid of him.

Xueer said, still looking at his back.

He is very good-looking, even in an apron, he is still in excellent shape.

She pursed her small mouth, did not make a sound, and looked at him like that.

He didn't make a sound anymore. In the sunny open kitchen, only the sound of him cutting vegetables.

The sun shone in, and Xueer suddenly felt a kind of beauty.

This beauty dilutes the sadness of losing Lan Yu and soothes the anxiety deep in her heart.

Xueer stood up, walked to him, put her small face on his shoulder, and said in a weak voice: "Brother, shall we always be like this?"