"Yixuan, do you still remember that song?"
Lin Qingluo's eyebrows raised slightly, her eyes filled with pleasant surprise.
"Yes, I remember."
Lin Yixuan envisioned his sister singing, her obsidian-like eyes sparkling with stars.
"If Yixuan likes it, Sister will sing it for you again."
Lin Qingluo instinctively wanted to ruffle his hair but suddenly realized awkwardly that the young man's height was now on par with her own, her outstretched hand freezing midway.
Her little brother had grown up; she couldn't just randomly ruffle his hair now. An involuntary feeling of loss welled up in her heart.
"Sister, please sing it. I want to listen."
Lin Yixuan, unaware of his sister's fleeting melancholy, looked at her with great anticipation.
"Alright."
Lin Qingluo's eyes were filled with a tenderness and indulgence as always.
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