Xu Yue slowly clenched her hand and laughed at herself. “I…”
A delicate hand appeared in front of her, “Welcome to the third class.”
Xu Yue looked up in surprise. She saw the girl’s starry eyes and friendly smile. The missing part of her heart was slowly filled.
She was moved for some reason.
“Thank you…”
She admitted that her identity wasn’t legitimate and her mother’s methods were dishonest and shameful, so she was often singled out and ignored in the upper society.
Everyone despised her and looked down on her identity as an illegitimate daughter. And it did not change much even after her mother officially became Mrs. Xu.
So, when Song Jingwan offered an olive branch and was willing to be her friend, she dived in headfirst. She was desperate for acknowledgment and Song Jingwan was a well-known heiress.
She was talented and gentle.
But after interacting with her, she realized she wasn’t as gentle as she thought. Haha, on the contrary, there was an extremely dark side hidden in private.
During the days that she was locked up in the dark room waiting for her death, she was scared at first, but towards the end, she had actually come to peace with herself.
She thought about many things…
The more she thought about the past, the more she realized how stupid she once was. She was used like a fool and ordered around.
But in reality, what grudge did she hold against Song Yaoyao? The truth was, Song Yaoyao had never offended her in any way.
Now that she was looking into Song Yaoyao’s clear eyes, she felt extremely guilty.
Sorry for all the bad things I once did to you…
…
7pm.
The corridors of the hospital were quiet. The lights were on inside Song Wenchuan’s room and he was watching the videos on his tablet over and over again.
He slowed it down and analyzed ‘himself’. The more he looked at it, the more he found it absurd.
This wasn’t him!
Definitely not!
Knock knock knock—
A knock on the door immediately pulled Song Wenchuan back to reality. He rubbed his stiff face and realized he had been dazed for a while.
“Come in.”
Song Wenchuan slowly put his tablet away and turned his head. When he saw his visitor, his eyes lit up. “Yaoyao? Have you finished school?”
His eyes smiled and he waved at Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao was carrying her backpack, and she looked cold.
“Is it cold outside? Do you want an apple? I’ll cut one for you.”
He picked up a fruit knife. The hospital gown was loose on his body because he had lost a lot of weight.
Song Yaoyao shook her head and stared at him.
Song Wenchuan raised his eyebrows in amusement, “Do you not recognize me now? You were calling me Brother yesterday. Come, say it again.”
“Brother.”
Song Yaoyao’s voice was soft as she greeted him obediently.
She slowly walked over to Song Wenchuan’s bed and sat down in front of it.
“Tch…I’m not used to you being so obedient suddenly.”
Song Wenchuan chuckled as he cut the apple into slices, placed them on a plate, and handed it to Song Yaoyao. He stretched out his hand to touch her face. It was icy cold.
“When the car accident happened, I was actually thinking what would happen to you if I died,” he said. “I wondered where you would go if Mr. Huo stopped liking you.”
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and swallowed the apple as she shook her head. “That would never happen. Gege treats me really well.”
She didn’t quite know how to face Song Wenchuan. Her real brother’s soul had borrowed his body for a bit, and she wasn’t sure whether it did any damage.
Sometimes, she found herself quite frightening. After all, she wanted to see her brother again, but…
