At the entrance of the special care ward, a hush prevailed.
Chen Shuangshuang stood there, tiptoeing, quietly peeking through the small square glass window on the door, gazing at the two people at the end of the corridor.
An afternoon under gloomy skies, with the light softened and greyed by thick clouds.
A sister full of tears, at a loss, the handso young man who leaned down to kiss her, the fall, the embrace...
In that instant, Chen Shuangshuang felt as if her breath had stopped.
Too beautiful.
Beautiful like the high-quality Japanese pure love ani she secretly watched countless tis on Bilibili.
Recalling the events of today, she still found it sowhat bizarre.
The mother’s serious illness, the father’s retreat, the brother and sister’s indifference...
Upon learning all this, she secretly cried for a long ti, fantasizing like a child who hasn’t grown up.
Would there be a hero shouting "Do you believe in light?" who could descend from the skies to save them?
Yet she could never imagine that the one bringing light would be the sister she always resisted and even sowhat looked down upon.
And the man beside her, like a character from a manga.
Chen Shuangshuang subconsciously held her breath, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.
Though precocious and clever, she was ultimately just a fifteen-year-old girl.
With an instinctive curiosity and yearning for such a scenario.
"Shuangshuang, what are you doing?"
Her mother, Zhou Hui’s voice ca from the direction of the hospital bed.
Chen Shuangshuang quickly turned around, face flushed, stamring, "N-Nothing."
"Your sister... is talking to Tang Song?" Zhou Hui’s tone carried a hint of uncertainty, "What... are they like now?"
Chen Shuangshuang returned to her mother’s bedside, hesitated for a mont, then leaned in slightly, whispering, "Brother Tang Song is comforting my sister, and... he kissed her once, now he’s hugging her."
Zhou Hui paused, in her eyes clouded by illness, flashed a complex and hard-to-discern emotion.
There was surprise, relief, but more so a deep concern.
Chen Shuangshuang didn’t notice the change in her mother’s expression, still imrsed in her own emotions, "Mom, what kind of person is Brother Tang Song? How can he be so remarkable?"
"I don’t know either." Zhou Hui sighed softly, using her rough hands to stroke her youngest daughter’s hair, "Shuangshuang, you should interact more with your sister in the future, be closer to her. She actually always likes you very much, and wonders how to be good to you."
"Um, I know that." Chen Shuangshuang nodded, her voice much softer.
Seeing her two biological daughters co closer because of this, Zhou Hui felt imnse comfort rise in her heart.
In the past, when she divorced, due to unstable inco and being registered as non-local, while Zhang Yan was studying in Jing County, ultimately custody wasn’t awarded to her.
Of course, at the ti she couldn’t afford it either.
A single mother without a diploma or a job, trying to provide for a child in a strange city, was incredibly difficult.
This had always been her greatest pain, an obligation she must fulfill whatever it takes.
Therefore, over the years, she spared no effort in sending Zhang Yan living expenses, tuition, even though the amount had long exceeded her legal duty of support.
This constant "Preference" had sparked unending conflict within the reconstituted family.
Since childhood, because of it, Shuangshuang was often mocked coldly by her brother and sister, told she was an "outsider," that her mom was "self-serving."
Over ti, Shuangshuang developed such deep resentnt towards her sister whom she’d never t.
So she never used harsh words towards Chen Shuangshuang for her attitude towards Zhang Yan.
After hesitating for a while, Chen Shuangshuang pleaded softly, "Mom, actually Dad... does want to treat you, it’s just..."
"I know, I never blad him because of this, the divorce was always my suggestion." Zhou Hui interrupted her, her gaze becoming sharper, "I know it’s hard for him, and know this family struggles. But Shuangshuang, he shouldn’t... shouldn’t collude with your brother and sister, and aim at your sister Zhang Yan."
After living together for so many years, how could she not know what that family was thinking.
Simply that they had targeted Zhang Yan’s ekness, along with their blood connection, hoping to force Zhang Yan to "take over" naturally.
Thus, in terms of reason and face, they could live at peace.
But as a mother, she could definitely not accept it.
Once the rift has ford, it becos hard to nd.
This so-called "family," in the end probably can only head towards divorce.
However, that’s a matter for the future. At present, she must first recover from her sickness.
Wait until after she gets better, then find a stable job.
In this way, she would have the confidence and ability to keep Shuangshuang by her side.
By then, the two daughters could often accompany each other, provide mutual support.
Her daughter, Zhang Yan, who had been lonely for too long, could also have a sincere relative who truly cares for her.
Of course, there’s also... the relationship between Zhang Yan and Tang Song.
After observing for a few short hours, she had already seen a great deal.
Her daughter was deeply caught up, yet self-conscious and introverted, while that young man was just so outstanding and exceptional; Zhang Yan and Tang Song’s interactions were inevitably hesitant, retreating.
This kind of relationship is like a bomb, perhaps one day in the future it’ll be triggered.
Zhou Hui, who bore emotional scars and battled through two failed marriages for half a lifeti, knew too well the power of this bomb.
By Zhang Yan’s character, she simply couldn’t bear it.
Either it doesn’t begin! Or... they head down this path blindly!
User Comments
0 comments from readers