Mo Qiwen spent an entire day wandering the streets but couldn't find a suitable job. Anyway, she had made up her mind to quickly find work and not let her family support her forever! Besides, she wanted to stay and live in this city. As dusk fell, without realizing it, she found herself back at "Dian Dian Xing." Upon entering, she saw Yang Xiaotong sitting in a corner, seemingly taking a short rest. Xiaotong was talking to someone else and didn’t notice her. Mo Qiwen looked at Xiaotong and suddenly came up with an idea. She quickly ran over to Xiaotong, tears instantly filling her eyes, “Brother, you need to go home now, mom suddenly fell ill!” Yang Xiaotong was momentarily confused, “What? What are you saying?” “Your wife gave birth, mom got so excited that she fainted! Oh, stop asking questions, just go, go!” Qiwen pulled Xiaotong and started running outside. “What nonsense is this?” Xiaotong was even more bewildered. He carefully examined the person pulling him; yes, it was Mo Qiwen. Could she be having some kind of mental breakdown, nervous confusion, or sleepwalking? Qiwen shoved Xiaotong into a taxi and said to the driver, “Linhai Road.” Hey! She kidnapped him! Qiwen looked at the stunned Xiaotong and laughed, “How about that? My acting wasn’t bad, right? The tears come and go as I please. Hehe.” Xiaotong was speechless, truly speechless, and utterly impressed! “Come out and play with me.” Qiwen bluntly requested. “You thief, you brought me here for this?” Xiaotong could only laugh helplessly. “Of course! Why be so stingy when we're friends?” “You—” Xiaotong hesitated to speak further. Well, he would endure it since he ended up in her hands again!
The beautiful night view by the river was an evergreen scene in S City. Mo Qiwen and Yang Xiaotong sat facing each other on the ground. Moonlight flowed like water onto her face, creating a peculiar glow; the evening breeze lifted her long hair, making it float gracefully. Xiaotong gazed deeply at the girl before him, finding her beauty almost surreal. The playful banter from earlier in the car disappeared, and neither of them spoke. Xiaotong really wanted to say something, but he didn't dare ruin the tranquility. And Qiwen simply faced him, without any intention to speak first or express anything. She had dragged him there to accompany her, but he didn’t feel needed by her; instead, he felt somewhat redundant. She seemed lost in her own world, as if all she needed was someone beside her, safe and free from disturbance.
After pondering for a while, he finally whispered, “On the day you were leaving, I always wanted to tell you something. Do you want to know what it is?” “What?” She looked up, staring at him. Unbeknownst to him, she had been waiting for him to speak. “Stay for me, I need you!” His voice was slightly hoarse. The previously domineering Qiwen obediently lowered her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stared intently at her, “Do you want me to spell it all out? Fine, listen up, I’ve fallen in love with you!” Then, before she could react, he embraced her tightly, his lips pressing against hers. The kiss was fervent, forceful, and primal, causing her to momentarily lose herself… But after a brief daze, she snapped back to reality and pushed him away forcefully, “That’s too much, you’re abusing me!” Her fists rained down on him. He panted heavily, speechless, like a child whose apple had been snatched, looking aggrieved as she continued to beat him. “You already have a girlfriend, yet you still flirt with me!” She angrily tried to slap him. “Nonsense! Where did you get the idea that I have a girlfriend?” His expression turned serious. “Of course you do, it's the one you were infatuated with when you gave her the piano!” Yang Xiaotong sighed in frustration, “Are you talking about Mo Qiwen? She’s my sister!” “You’re lying, you’re surnamed Yang, she’s surnamed Mo, don’t tell me she’s your adopted sister, how many good sisters do you have?” Xiaotong couldn’t help but laugh, this little woman, hadn’t done anything yet, and already she was jealous. So he chuckled, “She’s my half-sister from the same mother, if I married her, it’d be considered incestuous marriage, wouldn’t our children end up like you?” “What’s wrong with being like me?” She glared at him, turned her back, and ignored him, her doubts turning into secret joy. “Being as stupid as you,” he hugged her from behind, “Trust me!” She didn’t struggle but remained silent. Xiaotong sighed deeply and slowly explained, “When I was three, my father passed away. When I was five, my mother brought me to the Mo family, and the next year, a daughter was born, which was Qiwen.”
“Ever since my sister was born, there has been a barrier between my mother and me, even though my mother still loves me and Uncle Mo treats me well, I know the sister belongs to them, and I don’t.” “When I was young, I rarely played with my sister at the same time. Although we are blood-related, different environments make it hard for us to truly blend. But my sister is indeed very spoiled, like a little princess.” “Not until I went to college did we start communicating more. At that time, I was studying finance at university, and during my spare time, four of us boys formed a small band, I was the guitarist. My sister often came to watch our performances, and the guys always affectionately called her an angel.” Qiwen gradually turned around and quietly looked at him, her eyes full of listening interest. He continued, “But then something unexpected happened. There was a keyboardist in our band named Lin Haitian, who played the piano exceptionally well. My sister fell in love with him, he was six years older than her, and she was only sixteen. Everyone could see her feelings for him, but he paid no attention. He said she was too young, and in the future, she would see a broader horizon, he didn’t want to confine her choices.” A trace of sorrow flashed in Xiaotong’s eyes. Qiwen involuntarily held his hand, “Then what happened?” “Then later, we all went swimming at the seaside, and my sister followed. An accident happened, my sister accidentally drowned and screamed for help. Haitian was the first to swim desperately towards my sister. In the end, my sister was saved, but he never came back... For years, my sister's mournful cries have echoed in my ears, I never imagined that little Qiwen, my 16-year-old sister, loved someone so deeply, such sincerity, such passion, such enduring love, and it's been four years, those three words - Lin Haitian - are etched in her mind! Her feelings for the piano are like her feelings for him, so do you understand now?” Qiwen didn’t say anything, just turned away. “What’s wrong?” Xiaotong turned her body back towards him. A big tear hung on her eyelashes, sigh! Impossible to resist. “It wasn’t until the moment Haitian left that I realized how deeply he had repaid her with love. At the same time, I understood a man’s fearlessness and responsibility even more.” Yang Xiaotong’s voice was low and hoarse. Qiwen softly looked at him, she had learned enough about him today, and she had to re-evaluate him; there was a peculiar glow on his face. Xiaotong steadily looked at Qiwen, “So, Qiwen isn’t my girlfriend but my blood-related sister. Now do you believe me, Qiwen? I truly love—” “Xiaotong, don’t say anymore, give me time to think, okay?” Qiwen interrupted him. Her mind was in chaos, unable to sort out the threads clearly. Xiaotong said nothing more, he believed his love and pursuit would win her over, and he was willing to wait for her answer. Qiwen gazed into the distance, the peaceful and beautiful river surface under the starlight. Unknown how long it had been, she leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep soundly. The sky began to turn white. (To be continued, thank you for reading.)