Kang Jinxian held her phone, her mind floating with that sentence he had uttered.
"If you don’t listen to , from now on, we will be strangers."
Why did it co to this? Her blood ran in reverse, she hadn’t anticipated such an outco at all.
If her sister could, why couldn’t she?
"What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so pale? Is it the child..." He An, who had just finished taking a shower, ca over anxiously.
Kang Jinxian forced a stiff smile: "I’m fine."
"You say you’re fine, but you look so pale. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have been so rough last night, especially since you’re pregnant..." He An regretted it more and more, wishing he had restrained himself.
Kang Jinxian felt irritable and started packing up to leave, while He An quickly said, "Let take you ho."
Kang Jinxian still needed He An to put on a good front before Yun Shu, so she didn’t refuse.
However, she was sowhat a celebrity now, and to prevent being recognized, she donned sunglasses, a hat, fully ard, and left the hotel with He An one after the other.
Upon returning ho, Yun Shu was sitting in the living room, drinking tea with a relaxed expression. Kang Jinxian noticed that Yun Shu seed a bit thinner, her cheekbones slightly protruding, making her look a bit older.
She couldn’t help but be surprised at the bottom of her heart; ti really was a brutal butcher. Unknowingly, Yun Shu had aged.
Yun Shu set down her teacup and saw Kang Jinxian and He An walk in hand in hand with raised eyebrows.
As Kang Jinxian had anticipated, with He An speaking up for her, her singing career did not et with opposition from Yun Shu, who also asked about their wedding date. He An shared his plans, possibly next month, with Mother He already preparing.
Yun Shu nodded with a smile: "Since that is the case, we should start preparing on our end. The Yun Family must marry off a daughter in style."
Kang Jinxian showed a shy smile at the right mont, but her hand hidden in her sleeve uncontrollably clenched into a fist.
Was she really going to marry He An when the ti ca?
No, she was not willing to accept that.
——
Nangong Yan’s brother had passed the critical phase and was now transferred to a regular ward. He woke up on the third day, could eat so liquid food, and was able to speak. He seed quite spirited.
When Yun Ya visited him, he was sitting on the hospital bed, one leg bent up as a rest, and with the other hand, he was drawing energetically on a piece of paper.
He appeared to be in his early twenties, even younger than Nangong Yan, and unless Nangong Yan had said this man was his brother, almost everyone would have mistaken him for the younger sibling.
He was thin, not a thinness that ca from starvation, but one that stemd from a naturally small fra that looked disproportionate due to his excessive height.
Upon closer inspection, his features bore so resemblance to Nangong Yan’s, but while Nangong Yan had a colder and sterner appearance, this man looked more delicate. At first glance, he looked sowhat like a girl, with skin pale from lack of sunlight and blue-purple veins faintly visible underneath like a dense web spreading over his flesh, conveying an eerie chill.
Heard the footsteps, the man turned his head, revealing a pair of amber eyes tinged with red-brown, reminiscent of the setting sun and golden rays amidst desolate twilight.
Seeing the young girl who entered, his eyes shimred with fragnts of gentleness, quite captivating.
"Dr. Nyx, I am feeling much better today." His voice lacked the rough and deep quality of an ordinary man’s, soft-spoken and particularly moving.
Yun Ya walked over, her gaze falling on the drawing in his hand, a simple sketch that captured the world outside the window—hot sun, red flowers, lush and vibrant. Yet, Yun Ya saw loneliness and desolation behind the glamour and brightness.
"Drawing takes a lot of energy, and your body hasn’t recovered yet. You should draw less from now on."
The man smiled and handed his drawing to Yun Ya: "For you."
Yun Ya accepted it, "Thank you."
"Your drawing is excellent, I can see the longing and outcry in your heart. If you want to travel farther, you need to listen to the doctor and take care of your health."
The man looked at her deeply, suddenly curving his lips into a smile: "My na is Nangong Chen, Dr. Nyx, you can call Ah Chen."
His smile held a very tender and clean feeling, free from any worldly impurities.
Yun Ya smiled, "Only your girlfriend can call you that affectionately, I am just your attending physician."
Nangong Chen’s brows slightly furrowed, and suddenly he placed a hand on his chest, his complexion visibly paling.
Yun Ya frowned and bent down to check his blood pressure when Nangong Chen suddenly grabbed her wrist. His long, thin fingers dug into her skin, the pain furrowing Yun Ya’s brows.
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