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She called me one last time before she died. My strong-willed sister, usually so competitive, was sobbing on the phone. She said, “Lin Fengyi is my dream. I’ve exhausted myself trying to help him succeed, not for my own sake, but just to fulfill his ambitions! What is there that one cannot let go of when you love someone? But he says he loves another woman, that he cannot marry me, yet he will take care of me for the rest of my life. Chang Huan, how could he say such cruel things?”
I held the receiver and cried with her, unable to think of any words to comfort her. At that moment, I heard the sound of my own heart breaking, not just for my sister but for myself as well. I could hardly believe that a man as charming and distinguished as he could be so heartless.
My sister rambled on about many things—the hardships she faced as a dancer at Paramount Club, her past with Lin Fengyi. I listened patiently, unaware that from that moment on, she had already surrendered herself to death.
It wasn't until she groaned in pain that I sensed something was wrong. I hailed a rickshaw and rushed to her apartment. When I pushed open the door, I found her lying on the floor in her pajamas, bright red blood pooling around my feet. I had come too late.
Later, I learned that day was also Lin Fengyi's birthday.
Even in death, my sister wanted to maintain some connection with him; she wanted Lin Fengyi to never forget her.
From then on, I regarded Lin Fengyi as an enemy. No amount of love in my heart could overshadow the deep-seated hatred I felt. I tried to uproot him from my heart entirely, yet he insisted on taking care of me for the rest of my life in place of my sister.
I was just a female student studying at a teacher's college, relying entirely on my sister's earnings from dancing at Paramount Club for tuition and living expenses.
She had once spoken with bright eyes about getting married in a year or so, but later she spent two more years in that chaotic place to help raise money for Lin Fengyi’s business.
Now that my sister had suddenly passed away, I found myself without any source of income. Reluctantly, I agreed to let Lin Fengyi take care of me; after all, it was what he owed my sister and thus owed me as well.
I solemnly vowed at my sister’s grave that I would not allow him to have an easy life from now on.
I felt as if I had fallen into a long and heavy dream, struggling and wandering through memories of the past while pain engulfed me like surging waves.
“ Chang Huan, where do you feel uncomfortable?” A pair of cool fingers gently touched my warm skin, only to be tightly enveloped by my hand. His voice was filled with deep concern, completely unlike his usual calm demeanor.
I slowly opened my eyes and found those bright eyes intently gazing at me, filled with anxiety, his brows slightly furrowed. My hand instinctively withdrew from his palm, gently brushing over his brow and eyes before finally resting on his thin lips.
“ mother Wu said you fainted, and it scared me to death!” His palm softly covered the back of my hand and pressed it against his cheek.
As he spoke, his tender and caring demeanor resembled that of a devoted husband.
“What’s wrong with me?” I heard my voice come out unusually soft, almost like a delicate murmur.
I was truly frightened, afraid that this seemingly peaceful and warm moment would be abruptly shattered, so I unconsciously spoke in a hushed tone.
“The doctor said you got caught in the rain and caught a chill. Fortunately, your fever has subsided now. Just wait until you’re better; let’s see if you dare to be so reckless again!”
He lightly touched my forehead, and the worry on his face instantly faded away.
His tone was like that of a husband reprimanding an irresponsible wife, even making someone as stubborn and heartless as I am feel a twinge of emotion.
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