I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

Ning Qian snuggled comfortably against him again, but her drowsy little mind slowly cleared up.

Then she suddenly froze.

By the way, what did my junior brother call her just now...? Senior sister?

"Huh?" She looked up with a puzzled expression.

Fang Xuan was looking down at her, his eyes calm.

It wasn't the panicked look in the eyes of a sixteen-year-old junior brother; it was something else entirely, the kind Ning Qian was familiar with.

Looking at Fang Xuan's calm expression, she quickly went through the events of this morning in her mind.

He knew everything, but he deliberately watched her get nervous, watched her get shy, watched her get bullied to the point of tears, and still stubbornly said, "Senior sister is very powerful."

So I was just teasing her on purpose.

She put on a serious face.

How dare he tease his senior sister! This junior brother must be punished.

Fang Xuan couldn't help but laugh when he saw her fierce expression.

He reached out and patted her head: "Alright, senior sister, let's go eat something delicious."

Ning Qian reflexively said, "Don't touch my head without permission."

"Okay, I won't touch you." He withdrew his hand and pulled her up.

Ning Qian was helped to stand up by him. Her legs were still a little weak, and she leaned against him to steady herself.

Fang Xuan supported her waist and only let go after she regained her balance.

Then he picked up the white cloth strip on the table and went behind her.

Ning Qian was stunned for a moment. He had already gently pulled her hair back, wrapped it with a cloth strip, and finally tied a small knot at the end.

"Junior brother...when did you learn that?"

She always thought he didn't know how to tie a hairband, and that he always left his hair down, waiting for her to tie it for him.

Fang Xuan pulled her hoodie up and straightened her skirt: "I'm glad you like it, Senior Sister..."

He stepped back and took another look. The hoodie and long skirt, combined with his senior's good looks, made her look really good.

Ning Qian turned her face slightly to the side, her ears turning slightly red.

She didn't know why, but she didn't feel anything when she did those things.

However, a simple love confession from her junior brother was enough to stir her heart.

It's better to have a junior brother who has regained his memories.

If she had known that doing this would restore her junior brother's memories, she should have just forced herself on him long ago.

Fang Xuan took her hand. "Let's go."

.......

The wind was stronger on the street than yesterday, rustling the leaves of the trees along the roadside.

Fang Xuan led Ning Qian slowly away.

Her hands were cold, so he gripped them tighter and put them in his sweatshirt pocket.

"When does Senior Sister plan to go back?"

He can now clearly feel the laws of time that sustain this world, like transparent threads hanging down from the sky, connecting every tree, every building, and every person.

Going back is simple; just follow those silk threads.

"I'm fine with going back whenever I want," Ning Qian replied softly.

She didn't really care; as long as her junior brother was by her side, that was enough.

"Then let's stay a little longer," Fang Xuan said.

He really misses this place.

Everything in my memory is familiar: this rented room, this street, this city.

Although I always wanted to escape while I was here, now that I have to leave, I'm reluctant to go...

.......

It was getting late, and the two of them had been strolling around for quite a while.

The wind picked up considerably, ruffling a few strands of Ning Qian's hair.

Fang Xuan reached out and put the hoodie on her.

A black hat covered her head, obscuring half her face, leaving only her nose and lips visible.

With a serious expression, she held a cup of milk tea in both hands and sipped it slowly.

My junior brother said this is the tea of ​​this world.

It's too sweet; she doesn't really like it.

But money spent shouldn't be wasted.

No, no, they're leaving, so there's no point in my junior brother leaving me any money. I might as well spend it all.

Just like last time, when time rewound to the Qingyun Sect, she spent all the money she had saved...

.......

Next up is the tasting event, since I promised to take my senior sister out to eat something delicious.

Fang Xuan took her to the crayfish restaurant on the street corner, then went next door to get a large pork knuckle to go, and then turned to the barbecue stall to get some beef skewers, chicken wings, squid tentacles, grilled eggplant, and grilled chives.

He loves to eat, but he doesn't know if his senior sister likes it.

Ning Qian followed behind him, watching him buy from store to store, his hands carrying more and more bags.

"That's enough." She tugged at his sleeve.

Fang Xuan looked down at his two hands, which were full of plastic bags. "We haven't eaten the hot pot yet."

The hot pot restaurant was on the fourth floor of the mall. There weren't many people there at this time, so they found a seat by the window.

Fang Xuan poured the sliced ​​meat into the red oil pot and taught her to use chopsticks to pick up the tripe and simmer it in the soup.

"Seven up, eight down," he said. "That's when it's at its tenderest."

Ning Qian imitated him, picking up a piece of tripe, putting it into the pot, lifting it up, putting it down, and lifting it up again.

It was so spicy that her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Fang Xuan handed her a glass of plum juice, which she took and drank half of in one go before the spiciness subsided.

"It's very spicy..." she said, her voice muffled.

Fang Xuan smiled and said, "Then let's have something that's not spicy."

He picked up a few slices of fatty beef from the tomato hot pot and put them in her bowl.

Ning Qian lowered her head and ate; the spiciness had faded, and it tasted sweet and sour.

She picked up another piece of tripe, this time cooking it for a shorter time so it wasn't as spicy.

As Ning Qian ate, she noticed that Fang Xuan hadn't touched his food much. "Junior Brother, aren't you eating?"

Fang Xuan shook his head. "Senior Sister, eat."

He put the shrimp paste into the pot, waited for it to float to the surface, then scooped it out and put it in her bowl.

Ning Qian looked at the mountain of food piled up in her bowl, and her ears turned a little red.

She picked up another slice of fatty beef and placed it in Fang Xuan's bowl. "You eat too..."

.......

After dinner, Fang Xuan took Ning Qian's hand and they walked down the street.

He was still thinking about where to take his senior sister to have fun later.

Blue Star, we really can't come back to it anymore.

Amusement park? Too far.

Arcade? My senior probably wouldn't play there.

Ask your senior? She'll definitely say he's unambitious, then go home and do serious business with him...

In the end, I didn't know what to do, so I just walked home.

It was quite late when I got home.

Fang Xuan put the packed food into the refrigerator. Ning Qian had already taken a shower and was wearing his short-sleeved shirt, drying her hair.

Her hair was wet, and water droplets dripped onto her clothes, staining them dark.

Fang Xuan walked over and took the towel from her hand. "I'll do it."

Ning Qian sat obediently...

.......

After a while, he also prepared to take a shower.

In the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Sixteen years old, thin, fair-skinned.

It's a little different from before, but it's the same person.

He dried himself off, changed into clean clothes, and came out of the bathroom. The living room lights were off, with only a sliver of light shining through the crack in the bedroom door.

He pushed open the door, and Ning Qian was lying on her side on the bed, the blanket covering her waist, wearing his white short-sleeved shirt, revealing her two legs.

She's still awake.

Fang Xuan walked over and lay down beside her.

Ning Qian leaned closer, buried her face in his chest, and placed her hands on his waist.

The person in my arms was asleep. Their breathing was light and slow, one breath at a time.

He held her in his arms, listening to her heartbeat, and felt that this was just right.

Don't think about those tasks, don't think about those rules, don't think about going back.

I'll just hold her like this, in this tiny rented room, and spend the rest of my life...

He smiled and curled his lips into a smile.

Tomorrow, I'll take my senior sister out for breakfast.

Soy milk, fried dough sticks, and his favorite steamed buns—his senior sister would probably like them too.

Then we went to the riverbank to bask in the sun, went to the market to buy groceries, and made braised pork for her in the evening.

He'd decided: no fatty parts, all lean meat, and less chili peppers—she'd definitely like it...