"Why didn't I meet you sooner?" Lu Zhiwei gazed at him intently.

If only she had met such a brilliant man sooner.

At the best age, before you are covered in wounds.

She can still bravely and fearlessly go forward without any worries.

“It’s not too late to meet now.” Ruan Jizhou pinched her cheek and forced a smile. “I’ll take you to the hospital. I know you still want to see Jiang Zhan.”

"good."

Lu Zhiwei nodded and leaned lazily on his shoulder.

It turns out that the feeling of having someone to rely on is so wonderful.

Ruan Jizhou took Lu Zhiwei to the hospital but didn't go upstairs; this was time for the siblings to be alone together.

He has a good sense of propriety.

Enter the ward.

Jiang Zhan sat on the edge of the bed, sketching on the drawing board with his left hand.

The lines I drew were crooked and twisted, and I could never turn them into a beautiful painting.

His mood became increasingly irritable.

In his anger, he slammed the tip of his pen into the paper, poking holes in it to vent his frustration.

He threw the last pen forcefully to the ground.

Lu Zhiwei tiptoed over, picked up the pen from the ground, put it in Jiang Zhan's hand, and then held his hand to draw lines on the paper.

With Lu Zhiwei's help, the lines became more graceful and gradually transformed into a simple sketch.

"Do you know what you drew?" Lu Zhiwei asked him.

Jiang Zhan shook his head.

He can't see anything now; he's just a useless piece of trash who can't do anything.

"Think about it again carefully."

Jiang Zhan calmed down and, based on the lines he had drawn, imagined what he had just drawn: "It's a star."

"Yes, that's right. Jiang Zhan, don't underestimate your spatial reasoning and imagination. You are better than anyone else. There are many people in the Artists' Alliance who draw with their left hand because their right hand is injured, and they can still achieve great success."

"If you still want to draw, I can teach you every day until your left hand is as good as your right. As for your eyes, I will find a way to cure them; I mean what I say."

Lu Zhiwei sat on the edge of the bed and patted Jiang Zhan's shoulder.

Rather than offering weak and ineffective words of comfort, it would be more helpful to get him back on his feet.

"Sis, can I really do it?"

"If you doubt yourself first, you will never succeed."

"Then do you believe me?"

"Of course, who are you? You're my brother, Lu Zhiwei's brother. Keep going, and when your eyes get better, I'll grant you a wish."

"Any wish is allowed?" Jiang Zhan's mood instantly improved.

"Hmm." Even if he no longer wanted to paint, she could still hand over the entire Lu Group to him and let him inherit it.

“Then I would like to meet my idol, Mr. William,” Jiang Zhan said expectantly.

"This... is also called a wish?" Lu Zhiwei scratched her hair.

He actually made a huge... small wish.

That kind of thing can be achieved the moment you open your eyes.

"How can it not be a wish? This is my biggest wish right now."

"Okay. I will definitely help you achieve it." Lu Zhiwei reached out and touched the injury on his face, feeling so sorry for him that she couldn't speak.

The atmosphere in the ward was unusually quiet.

Lu Zhiwei's eyes began to sting slightly again.

She thought she would have to fight alone for the rest of her life, but God sent her such a wonderful younger brother.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for not protecting you."

Jiang Zhan grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek: "Sister, I'm just a worthless person. You pulled me out of the mire. You can take my life anytime."

"I don't want your life; I'll keep it for myself and live to be a hundred."

"Okay."

Inside the hospital ward, the siblings talked late into the night.

They talked about their tragic childhoods and their deep love for painting...

The next morning.

Zhou's father, Zhou Zhengting, came to visit Jiang Zhan with a top-notch medical team, medical rehabilitation equipment, and the best medicines from Zhou's Pharmaceutical.

Lu Zhiwei was taken aback by the large entourage Zhou's father had made.

"Uncle Zhou, what's wrong...?"

Zhou Zhengting sat down on the sofa in the ward and gave the order for the medical team to examine Jiang Zhan.

"I heard your brother was injured. My medical team is the best in the country, comparable to the best teams abroad. You can rest assured about Zhou's medical rehabilitation equipment and medicine. The Zhou family will take care of this kid's injury."

Lu Zhiwei was somewhat flattered and nodded repeatedly in thanks.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou. Did Zhou Yan tell you about this?"

“This kid never asks for favors, but he suddenly came home yesterday and told me all about it, so I have to do something to show my appreciation,” Zhou Zhengting said with a smile.

"Alright, now that we've dealt with Jiang Zhan, let's talk about your marriage with Zhou Yan." Zhou Zhengting sat up straight, gesturing for Lu Zhiwei to sit down so they could have a proper chat.

Lu Zhiwei suddenly choked up: "I..."

“I heard you’re pregnant with Zhou Yan’s child. Why didn’t he say so earlier? Our Zhou family has no reason to let a girl suffer such injustice. I’ve already been to your father’s side, and he has no objection to the marriage between our two families. If there are no problems, we’ll set the wedding date. You can name your dowry; the Zhou family can afford it.”

Lu Zhiwei bit her lip, "Uncle Zhou, actually..."

Just then, the ward door was suddenly pushed open, and Ruan Jizhou walked in with a stern face. "Dad. Who told you to suddenly come here and bring this up?"

When Zhou Zhengting saw Ruan Jizhou, he got up from the sofa and said to Lu Zhiwei, "Come to Uncle Zhou's house for dinner tomorrow and give him an answer as soon as possible."

Subsequently, Zhou Zhengting left with his men.

After seeing Zhou's father off, Ruan Jizhou returned to the ward: "Don't take my dad's words to heart. Our progress depends on you. Don't let anyone influence you, understand?"

Looking at how carefully the renowned actor Ruan was protecting her feelings, Lu Zhiwei felt truly valued and cared for.

She walked step by step toward Ruan Jizhou, her clear eyes staring straight at him.

This was the first time Ruan Jizhou had been stared at like this by Lu Zhiwei, and he was a little flustered. He took a few steps back, his back against the wall, and reached up to touch his face: "Is there something on my face?"

Lu Zhiwei shook her head. "No."

"and you--"

“Let’s get married!” Lu Zhiwei said.

The unexpected words caused Ruan Jizhou's mind to freeze, going completely blank.

"What did you say?" His heart was surging with joy, and he tried to find the answer in Lu Zhiwei's eyes, hoping that he hadn't heard a joke.

"If I had to choose someone to grow old with, I hope that person would be you," Lu Zhiwei said sincerely.

She no longer pursues passionate love; she believes that a steady, enduring relationship is the only one that can withstand the test of time.

Outside the ward.

Shen Jinmo, who had come to visit with a bouquet of flowers, turned pale upon hearing the conversation at the door.

The flowers in his hand fell to the ground, shattering along with his heart.