The night was dark.

The vast four fields are all sleeping soundly.

Qi Yin pushed the door and opened the orange candle flame in the silent room, her brows furrowed slightly, didn't she actually sleep at this time?

Pushing the door in, a light yellow girl was like an elf in a moonlit night, silent.

She never seems to have an expression, always an overly delicate porcelain doll. There is always no sound, and if she doesn't speak, and you don't pay attention to her, you may not be aware of this person's presence all year round.

At this moment, there was no excessive expression on her face, as usual.

Only the slightly moving white arms indicate that this girl is not a dead thing, but a real person.

He closed the door, and heard the girl's peculiar slightly squeamish voice sound behind him, and said hello: "You're back." ”

As if it was just a ritual that had to be completed, even her voice didn't rise or fall a bit, as if her face was frozen in ice.

If he didn't know her, I'm afraid he would have thought so.

He sat down and saw her drink water, in small sips, perhaps because of the small size of the person, or perhaps because he always felt that when she ate, whether it was water or a snack, it was as if she was taking the last bite.

Or maybe it's cherishing.

It seems to have been that way from the beginning.

I don't know if thirst is contagious, but he also poured himself a glass of water and added a glass to her already empty cup.

A full cup seems to be overflowing in the next second.

Her sweet voice sounded, and there was no change in tone, just because of the girl's unique voice: "No, I don't need it." ”

He stopped and asked, "Why haven't you slept so late?" ”

She paused for a moment, then replied, "Because, you're coming back." I don't feel much if I can't sleep or not. ”

Qi Yin remembered that she could sense his existence, and sighed that she didn't even think of this and asked, as if it was a little redundant.

His hand turned the pure tea in the cup, and looked at it steadily, as if there was really some tea floating in it, which was worth his closer look, he smiled and said, "Sister, today I heard from others that there is a person who is exactly like me. ”

Liluo picked up the water that she didn't want, transparent, and it seemed to be really full of light under the light, she looked at it suspiciously, she took a sip, and said, "So what?" ”

"So, are you hiding something from me? No, maybe I can't say that, but I haven't asked much, haven't you told me anything yet? Qi Yin went straight to the point and asked the confusion in his heart.

Riraku looked elsewhere, there was a painting, a day ago, it was only the color of the cuffs, but now it has indeed been painted all over the canvas, every detail, as if it were flawless.

It can be seen that the person who painted is very attentive to the painting.

Ten fingers to heart, such a pair of small subordinates, how many paintings such a master poured his heart and soul forward, almost crazy to modify and depict every detail.

And over the years, she has almost only painted one of him.

However, the near-perfect replication of his appearance by thousands of flat sheets is not another three-dimensional him after all.

He had almost forgotten how many years she had been by his side, and he had never said anything beautiful, but he knew that he was the brother who was really taken to heart.

She has always been there and has never left.

Even if he is the way he is now.

He then regretted that he shouldn't have used such a questioning tone just now, his sister, how much he had done for him, he should have treated her well.

It can't be overstated.