One thing Yu Tingchao had never managed to figure out was whether he had actually heard the sound of bells. He had asked Ning Xiang to confirm it more than once.
"No. Never heard them. Don't know." Ning Xiang's answer was firm as iron.
In the end, Yu Tingchao stopped dwelling on it. After all, his senior sister refused to admit it, and no one else could verify it for him.
Another Moon-Worship Festival came around. Reminiscing about the past, Yu Tingchao asked, "Senior Sister, do you remember the first time we met?"
"You mean when you were two and wearing split-crotch pants?"
Yu Tingchao simply couldn't understand it. He and his senior sister had so many beautiful memories together, so why did she keep fixating on him as a toddler? Of course, he still had to argue that he had stopped wearing split-crotch pants when he was one.
Ning Xiang sneered. "Fine, so you're looking for trouble today? You even dare talk back now."
Yu Tingchao: "???"
He was clearly trying to share a tender moment with her!
"Senior Sister, we've known each other for ten thousand and twenty-eight years now, haven't we?"
Now that he mentioned it...
Ning Xiang grew even angrier.
"You were clearly the Dragon Crown Prince of the Eastern Sea, yet there you were pretending to be some innocent young boy! You even took advantage of my kindness with that whole jumping-into-the-sea-to-kill-yourself act, making me worry about you for nothing. Go kneel on the washboard!"
Yu Tingchao hurriedly shot a meaningful glance at little Yu Xiaoyu, who happened to be passing by, hoping he would plead on his behalf.
But before Yu Xiaoyu could open his mouth, Ning Xiang began scolding him. "Look at you, getting bold enough to help your youngest uncle cheat."
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