I was born and listened to my neighbor's older sister talk about her family of origin.

Lin Xinghe's face was so red it could be used to fry an egg.

She glared at Lin Youxun, her teeth grinding together, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself on the spot.

The cartoon lavender and stars printed on that kraft paper bag—the lavender element was taken from Youxun, and the stars were taken from her own Xinghe.

The design concept was her own, and the drawing was done by Lin Youxun.

It was originally only used for packaging desserts made for my family, and I never showed it to outsiders.

As a result, her own sister gave her away right in front of a strange boy she had only met twice.

It's been sent out?!

It also included a paraphrase of her exact words from last night.

Society is dead, utterly dead.

"Give it back to me!"

Lin Xinghe reached out to snatch it again.

Jiang Ye instinctively dodged to the side, instinctively shielding the paper bag behind his back.

Lin Xinghe missed her target immediately.

Seeing Lin Xinghe's hateful look at him, yet helpless to do anything about it, Jiang Ye couldn't help but feel a wicked thought rising in his heart.

He took a step back and smiled innocently.

"This was a gift from your sister, so it's mine now. It's not right for you to take it back, is it?"

"you--!!"

Lin Youxun grabbed her sister's arm at the right moment and tilted her head to look at her with an innocent expression.

"Xinghe, that's exactly what you said yesterday! You even said, 'He's lucky. Next time we run into each other, I'll give him the milk tea so I won't feel bad about owing him a favor.'"

Lin Xinghe's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, finally turning into a gust of wind as she inhaled.

"I said 'if you happen to see it,' not that you should offer to deliver it! And why are you even using that packaging bag! Couldn't you just grab any plastic bag?!"

Lin Youxun thought about it seriously: "But that bag is the prettiest."

Lin Xinghe closed her eyes, took three deep breaths, and then suddenly turned to Jiang Ye, her finger almost poking his nose.

"You, throw the bag away!"

"Then how am I supposed to get the milk tea?"

Jiang Ye looked completely innocent.

Lin Xinghe choked.

Luo Wanning, who had been watching the commotion for a while, finally picked up her teacup, took a sip, and elegantly added insult to injury.

"Okay, Xinghe, it's just a milk tea bag. You're giving it away anyway, so consider it a free gift."

Although Luo Wanning was also puzzled as to why Lin Youxun was acting strangely today, she was still willing to speak up for her.

Although Youxun looks simple and always goes along with Xinghe, she seems to have no opinions of her own.

But compared to Lin Xinghe, she was actually more thoughtful and always took care of Xinghe quietly in places where others couldn't see.

Others might not notice this, but you can tell how much of a mother she is.

"Mom! You're siding with outsiders too!"

Luo Wanning smiled without saying a word.

Feeling utterly betrayed and abandoned, Lin Xinghe stomped her foot angrily, turned around, and rushed up the stairs.

"I'm going to change my clothes! Don't talk to me!"

The thumping footsteps faded into the distance, and the door to the second-floor room was slammed shut, causing the entire wooden building to tremble.

The courtyard was quiet for two seconds.

Lin Youxun watched her younger sister's disappearing figure, feeling somewhat worried. She wanted to chase after her, but she didn't.

She just smiled at Jiang Ye.

"Shall I walk you to the door?"

"good."

Jiang Ye bowed slightly to Luo Wanning again before following Lin Youxun to the entrance of Mingyue Residence.

Lin Youxun asked him, "By the way, I still don't know your name."

"Eno."

"Eno..."

Lin Youxun murmured softly, "Yes, I've got it."

"Well... goodbye."

The door was closed.

Jiang Ye stood blankly on the bluestone slab at the entrance, staring at the tightly closed wooden door.

I couldn't get their contact information?

That shouldn't be the case...

Is something wrong?

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After seeing Jiang Ye off, Lin Youxun's smile faded slightly.

She turned and went back into the house, the wooden door closing softly.

A series of muffled thuds came from the kitchen, each one louder than the last, like someone was tearing the house down.

Lin Youxun walked over and saw white steam billowing in the kitchen.

No, it's not fog, it's flour.

Lin Xinghe had her back to her, her hair tied in a high ponytail, and her clean white T-shirt was stained with oil. She was holding a dough ball and slamming it onto the cutting board with all her might.

The force was so strong, it was as if what lay on the cutting board wasn't dough, but Jiang Ye's face.

Lin Youxun couldn't help but shrink back, looking at the lump of dough that had been repeatedly tossed and turned into a distorted shape, and silently mourned for it for three seconds.

My sister was absolutely furious.

She took small steps closer and tentatively tugged at Lin Xinghe's sleeve from behind, gently shaking it.

"Xinghe..."

"Bang!!"

Her response was a deafening crash; the dough on the cutting board was flattened by the impact, then bounced back slightly.

Lin Xinghe didn't turn around, but her shoulders were trembling.

Lin Youxun's heart tightened, and she softened her voice: "I...I didn't mean to, I just wanted to..."

"What are you thinking?"

Lin Xinghe suddenly turned around.

Her eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was also red. Her voice was thick with a nasal tone, as if she had just cried but was forcibly holding it back.

Her face was still covered in white flour, and combined with her current expression, she looked both pitiful and comical.

"You know perfectly well that what I said yesterday wasn't true!"

"Everything I make, every package I design, is only for you and your family! That's what we agreed on!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word trembled.

"Why did you break the agreement first?! Who does that guy think he is? Yes, he helped you, but the way he acted today, he definitely didn't have good intentions. Couldn't he just buy a cup of milk tea from the street? Why did he have to use my stuff?!"

Lin Youxun lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions within them, and remained silent.

Her appearance only made Lin Xinghe feel even more frustrated and angry.

But when facing Lin Youxun, she couldn't vent her anger no matter how much she wanted to.

Those few words she just said were already the limit of how angry she could get at her sister.

Lin Xinghe's chest heaved several times, and finally, in a deflated manner, she wiped her face, smearing flour all over her face, making her look like a little kitten.

In despair, she asked, "Fine, I'll give you a chance to argue. What exactly do you want?"

Lin Youxun then raised her head, her beautiful eyes looking straight at her, clear and earnest.

"Xinghe, I don't want your world to consist only of your family."

"You should also have your own friends..."