Bai Feng felt a pounding headache coming on.
Suddenly, he remembered the reason Bai Yumo had originally sought him out, so he hurriedly shifted the topic:
“Alright, alright, aren’t you still planning to go out shopping? Let’s get going quickly. If we’re late, the shops will be closed.”
Although he sensed that going out might stir up some trouble, if they didn’t go now, trouble would come anyway.
Anyway, he just had to muddle through this for now.
“Da……”
Bai Yumo sniffled and nodded, but emotions aren’t so easily calmed once they rise.
Instinctively, she inched closer toward Bai Feng, then stopped midway, seeming worried about something.
Bai Feng naturally noticed her small movement.
To prevent the system from pushing more luck points on him, he had to sacrifice himself a little.
His right hand turned from a pat to an embrace, closing the gap between them, and the hand resting on her shoulder quietly moved upward, settling gently on her head, stroking it.
Hmm, it’s been a long time since he last touched Yumo’s head, and it still felt so comforting.
He felt Bai Yumo’s body stiffen for a moment but didn’t resist—instead, she let him do it.
Eventually, she even buried her face in his shoulder, quietly sobbing.
Bai Feng didn’t move.
Although the scene looked warm and tender, he just wanted to end this as soon as possible.
Only when Bai Yumo’s sobbing ceased did he lower the hand from her head.
“Feeling better now?”
“sniff”
“Then shall we still go shopping?”
“Mm!”
This time Bai Yumo’s tone was much firmer.
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her cheeks flushed as she said, “I… I’ll go wash up first.”
“Okay, I’ll wait for you at the door.”
Watching Bai Yumo hurry away, Bai Feng opened the system interface, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
He quickly did some mental math—he had already gained a hundred luck points today, doubling his total luck points.
At this rate, how could he not get dragged out and beaten by the Children of Luck?
He couldn’t shake the feeling that Bai Yumo was like a walking thunderstorm, ready to trigger a system notification with the slightest misstep.
Next, he still had to accompany Yumo shopping—he hoped no more unexpected trouble would pop up.
Although he could refuse, he sensed that if he did, something even worse might happen—like the system going fully berserk on him.
Farewell, my once so reliable little sister.
***
“Sorry, I took a bit longer washing up.”
Standing outside the door, Bai Feng turned at the voice, freezing for a moment.
His expression was strange; he opened his mouth to say something but eventually shut it again.
Before him, Bai Yumo wasn’t wearing the Heavenly Sword Sect Uniform but a purple dress instead.
The ruffles on the skirt fluttered gently in the breeze, adding a lively charm.
The purple hue also brought out a certain graceful elegance.
Her face was slightly flushed, and the shy look did not ruin her overall appearance; instead, it made one want to hold her close and protect her.
But Bai Feng had no other thoughts—because this dress…
Was drawn by him.
Damn it, could Bai Yumo be his fan?
That was way too strange!
His heart was now filled with the embarrassment of having his risqué drawings discovered by family.
No!
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Bai Feng’s mind—if Bai Yumo knew his identity or was his fan, she definitely wouldn’t wear this dress out.
In other words, she had no idea where this dress came from.
Thinking this through, he cleared his throat and asked, “Ahem, when did you get this dress? It’s… uh, quite a contrast.”
“It was recommended by a friend. They made a lot of clothes like this, and they’re very popular among the female disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.”
Bai Yumo lowered her head, speaking softly, sensing Bai Feng didn’t quite like the dress.
“It’s not bad. I just didn’t expect you to wear this style. I’m a little unaccustomed at first.”
Bai Feng nodded with mixed feelings.
Otherwise, he might really have been too embarrassed to face his sister.
“Mm, I’m a bit unaccustomed too.”
“It’s not the usual type, more formal but with a cute twist.”
“By the way, what made you want to change clothes? I thought you’d keep wearing the Heavenly Sword Sect Uniform out.”
Bai Feng didn’t want to dig too deep into the topic, afraid of accidentally saying something he shouldn’t.
So he switched the subject.
Bai Yumo’s fingers nervously twisted together.
After a few seconds of silence, she quietly said, “I just wanted to change my image.”
She had resolved to repair her relationship with Bai Feng but knew that the wounds of these past years wouldn’t heal easily.
So she wanted to start from her own image—at least to distinguish herself from her old self.
A little girl’s innocent wish.
“You’ve changed quite a lot.”
Bai Feng couldn’t help but tease her.
Had he not known in advance, he wouldn’t even dare to recognize his sister walking down the street in that dress.
Hearing his tease, Bai Yumo’s heart actually lightened.
She recalled the times when they shopped together as kids, then reached out toward Bai Feng’s arm.
Halfway there, she stopped and looked at him, as if asking for his consent.
“You don’t have to be so careful, I’m not going to eat you. If you want to hold my hand, just do it.”
Bai Feng reached out directly.
When the soft, almost boneless little hand clasped his, he suddenly realized how grown-up they both were now—siblings holding hands in public at this age felt a little awkward.
He looked up at Bai Yumo, noticing her face flushing deeply.
Her gaze darted nervously around.
She seemed aware of this but didn’t let go, probably too shy.
Seeing this, Bai Feng smirked, playful thoughts sparked—since she caused his luck points to increase by eighty, he’d make her a little uncomfortable in return.
Pretending not to notice, he squeezed her hand tightly and tugged her forward.
“Come on, let’s go shopping.”
“Mm.”
Bai Yumo gave a barely audible reply, her cheeks reddened further, even her steps slightly unsteady.
She opened her mouth several times but was too embarrassed to speak, afraid of ruining the fragile rebuilding of their relationship.
Letting Bai Feng lead her like this, they walked until they were almost at Commercial Street before she realized how far they’d come.
No way!
She couldn’t keep going like this; she had to speak up and persuade him—there was no way they could keep holding hands.
But before she could say anything, Bai Feng was the first to let go.
“So, how is it? Feeling like when we were kids?”
There was a teasing smile on his face, though he looked a bit mischievous.
Bai Yumo noticed his intention immediately.
She puffed out her cheeks slightly, thinking about how she’d worried and struggled so much just now.
But in the end, she let out her frustration, though her eyes still held a hint of moodiness.
“Is bullying your little sister fun?”
“Sorry, I’ll buy you some Sugar-coated Hawthorn.”
Bai Feng apologized quickly and smoothly, but if there was a next time, he’d definitely do it again.
Neither of them noticed that in an inn far away, Senior Brother Chen had just woken from unconsciousness.
Standing by the window, his swollen, red face twisted in rage as he saw Bai Yumo dressed in the purple dress—so beautiful—and the useless Bai Feng beside her.
“Bai Feng, you deserve to die!!”
In his eyes, the relationship between Bai Feng and Bai Yumo was still terrible.
Bai Yumo’s face showed clear anger and unwillingness.
It had to be Bai Feng.
He was the one abusing his family status to force Bai Yumo into new clothes just to accompany him shopping.
That worthless man abusing his family power!
How dare he treat Bai Yumo like this?
Chen was determined to make Bai Feng pay the price!
And Lin Yan, who actually helped Bai Feng—he was no good either.
Chen vowed to settle this grudge today!