Can Brother Kindness Wear His Mask Until Christmas Eve?

"Should I wear the mask of brother-in-law until the night of the twelfth lunar month?" [Fake/Bone × Undercurrent Redemption × Fishing Beauty] The snow from that year in the cold palace penetrated into the bone marrow. Ten-year-old Su Zhijing knelt on the bluestone steps and watched the chi pattern jade pendant hanging from the young prince's waist. She stretched out her hand to catch a piece of snow, but grabbed a corner of his black robe: "Your Highness, my brother has had a high fever for three days." Su Weizhou remembered the frosty look on her eyelashes, and tremblingly crouched on the ground, begging him for mercy every word. Everyone lamented that the little princess was as weak as a willow but pure and kind. Only he knew—— The little princess is heartless, all she cares about is her mother and younger brother During the heavy rain after the banquet, he saw the hem of her skirt fluttering under the eaves of the dangerous wall. He was worried but accidentally caught her flirting with Prince Zhenbei Hou. He knew that her thoughts were never simple, but he was annoyed that she was unwilling to act perfunctory for even a moment longer. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. The fragrance of medicine in his palms was burning, "Su Zhijing, you even cut corners in pretending to be good." Later, the letter of marriage proposal from the Mobei King's tent came to Beijing. She took the edict covered with a jade seal with a smile, turned around, packed everything he sent and sent someone to return it, hoping that nothing had happened and she would just cut off the contact and disappear. Until many years later, Su Zhijing dreamed that it was that rainy night again. The elegant and handsome boy was standing at the door. The rain soaked his whole body. The green hairband was picked up by the wind and wrapped around Su Zhijing's wrist. The boy looked at her with gloomy eyes and his voice was hoarse: "Sister, it's raining heavily outside. Can you let me go in to take shelter from the rain?" (Small theater: When the warm yellow light came out from the cracks in the window, Su Jingming was squatting to pick up the shuttlecock. He saw his little aunt's bare feet stuck in the silver fox cloak, her jade tassels wrapped around her fingertips, and she pulled his uncle half-way forward. "The scent of bergamot is mixed with medicine." Auntie's silver bell swept across uncle's Adam's apple, causing the ice under the eaves to rustle and fall. The tips of Su Weizhou's ears were red and bleeding, but he wrapped the person into a snow dumpling with a crane cloak: "If it makes trouble again, I'll draw a ferret." Amidst the rustle of wolf hair brushing the rice paper, the tassels of jade pendants were twisted into knots with black silk. Su Jingming clutched the shuttlecock and ran away. The moonlight reflected the splashing "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions", and the cinnabar regular script was wet and turned into a pounding heartbeat: "Avoid worries, always keep warm jade with you" Intention: to make up for later