Moist cold and misty.

  In the backyard, Xianglan sat listlessly in a rocking chair, her fingers tightly grasping the hemp ropes on both sides, her head bowed down, and the gentle breeze blew up her hair, as if she were an angel who had mistakenly entered the mortal world.

  Chu Mo Han had just come out and saw this scene.

  "You look beautiful today." Chu Mo Han slowly walked up to her side, his voice having a rare hint of fluctuation.

  Xiang Lan didn't expect Chu Mo Han to come out and was startled, taking a long time to regain her composure. "Thank you."

  Chu Mo Han leaned against the railing on one side, with his hands in his pockets. "I didn't think you'd really come back."

  "Hah, the family's sacred decree, how can I possibly not return?!"

  "Hey, you little scamp, you actually snatched the rice bowl from your sister's hands! You're really bold!" Xiang Lan teased.

  "Three years old." Chu Mo Han frowned and said.

  "What?!" Ling Yun didn't understand for a moment and asked again in confusion.

  "Just three years older, not a sister." Chu Mo Han's eyebrows were still tightly furrowed, his eyes seriously looking at Xiang Lan.

  Xiang Lan felt a bit embarrassed by his persistent gaze, and upon hearing him emphasize the matter again, her expression became even more awkward.

  "Don't treat me like a younger brother!" Chu Mo Han said finally, his eyes still not leaving Xiang Lan.

  “……”

  Ling felt a bit embarrassed, when was she ever forced to this extent by someone else?!

  "Haha... what a joke! You're three years younger than me, so you're my little brother!" Xiang Lan pretended not to understand the underlying meaning of his words and laughed it off.

  "Towards Lan!" Chu Mo Han was getting angry, he had emphasized it so much, but she still misinterpreted his meaning?!

  "What's wrong?!" Ling turned her head away, pretending to ask while looking at the scenery, but in fact, she was drumming in her heart.

  "Look at me! Towards Lan", Chu Mo Han walked in front of her, his hands pressing down on her shoulders, the distance between them no more than ten centimeters.

  “……”

  "Xiang Lan, do you still remember what I said on your 18th birthday?!" Chu Mo Han spoke word by word, his eyes fixed tightly on her expression.

  "I... I don't remember..." said to Xianglan Xin.

  She actually remembers it in her heart and remembers it very clearly!

  That year on that day was also her first loss of composure!

  Looking back on that day several years ago—

  As usual, they celebrated Chu Mo Han's birthday together.

  But never thought it would happen that thing.

  That night, Xiang Lan was a bit drunk, so Chu Mo Han took charge of sending her home.

  But when he arrived at her doorstep, he...he actually took the initiative and confessed to Xianglan!

  It's really too scary and too strange!

  Although they grew up together since childhood, Ling Ran has no such feelings for him at all, and she... is three years older than him!

  They're just siblings!

  It was then that Xiang Lan woke up from her drunkenness and hastily ran away.

  After they met again, Chu Mohan seemed to have nothing to do with it, and never mentioned the matter of that night again. Xiang Lan also didn't care about the matter anymore, but in her heart, it was like a thorn that couldn't be forgotten.

  After that, Chu Mohan left the Chu family and founded Tianyu Media.

  Xiang Lan never thought Chu Mo Han would bring up that matter again!

  "Towards Lan, don't you remember? If you don't remember, I don't mind saying it again." Chu Mo Han's voice was cold, making people feel a hint of his anger.

  "No... never mind... I remember..." Lan finally let out a helpless sigh, her eyes also staring straight at him.