Chapter Thirteen: The Hospital

  Sitting on the chair outside the operating room, tears kept streaming down from both sides of my eyes. I was really scared, scared that Nangong Ye would leave me like Dad and Mom did. He was trying to comfort me beside me, but at this moment, I couldn't listen to a single word he said.

  Soon, Cheng also rushed over, he came to grab Zhen's arm and shouted: "Ye? Ye?"

  He looked at the operating room with a sorrowful gaze, and suddenly shouted: "It's impossible, how could they have hurt Ye so badly, they wouldn't have been able to hurt him. Tell me who injured him, I want revenge."

  "Sorry!" The silent me sitting next to him finally spoke up: "Cheng, sorry, sorry. Ye was injured while trying to save me. It's all my fault, sorry, sorry."

  It wasn't until then that I realized the person sitting next to me crying was actually me. He ran over and hugged me tightly, saying softly: "Sis, it's okay. Don't worry, the doctor will save Ye."

  Maybe I'm still very scared, so I just lay in Cheng's arms and kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

  "Sister, it's not your fault, don't cry, didn't we agree to be strong?"

  "Chen, I'm still very scared, I'm afraid that night will also leave us like dad and mom. I'm really so scared, I don't want to hold on anymore, these years have been holding on for too long, can you just let me be weak for once?" I begged Chen.

  He nodded slightly, and I cried in his arms. He knew how hard I had been struggling all these years. I never shed a tear because I was afraid of remembering my dad and mom, and afraid that my brother would blame himself. On the surface, I looked strong, but inside, I was more fragile than anyone else.

  Slowly I stopped crying and quietly fell asleep in Cheng's arms.

  After I fell asleep, Jing finally couldn't help but ask Cheng: "What is your relationship with Han?"

  "She is my sister." Chen replied in his usual cold tone.

  "What? You said Han Feng is your sister." Qiu asked in surprise.

  He nodded: "Her name is not Han Hanfeng, her real name is Feng Hanchan."

  "Your eyes widened as you stared at Cheng: 'You said her surname is Feng, and her name is Feng Hanchan. You're called Feng Zichen. Are you really siblings?'"

  "En!" he said softly, afraid of waking me up from my deep sleep.

  "But we've never heard you mention having a younger sister before?"

  "She is the daughter of my great uncle, in a car accident both our families died, only we two are left to rely on each other. I don't want anything to happen to her, so outsiders don't know that I have a sister, this way she's also safer."

  Nodding vaguely as if understanding but actually not quite getting it.

  "I'll send Han back first, you wait here, and call me if something comes up." After saying that, Cheng immediately swept me into his arms.

  I returned home and slept for a while before waking up to see my little brother's pale face next to me. I quietly got up and went to the bathroom, carefully wiping off the makeup on my face, then took a comfortable hot shower, changed into a white T-shirt and tight-fitting jeans, and stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself: My S-shaped figure with golden proportions looked even more stunning in tight-fitting jeans, accentuating my curvy butt. My skin was as smooth as peeled eggshell, and my watery eyes sparkled like black pearls. My small nose and plump lips were like cherry blossoms, and my shoulder-length golden wavy hair looked lovely and captivating. Two adorable dimples adorned my peach-like face, making me look sweet and lovable - even I couldn't help but want to take a bite of myself!