This winter is boring, long and despairing.

The water lilies in the ward withered and their branches and leaves curled up.

The woman was lying quietly on the hospital bed, her sleeping posture peaceful, her eyes closed, her thick, fluffy black hair hanging in front of her chest, making her skin look even whiter.

The delicate facial features seem like the most perfect work of God.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a tall, thin and handsome young man holding a bunch of water lilies leaned down and kissed the woman deeply on the forehead with piety and infatuation.

The crimson lips are so gorgeous that they are alluring.

A strange blush appeared on his pale cheeks, and his dark, empty eyes looked at the sleeping woman quietly and sadly.

"Sister, you must be very tired," Jiang Chen gently inserted his fingers into the woman's soft hair. "You have slept for so long and haven't woken up yet. Maybe you are too tired. It doesn't matter. Jiang Chen can wait."

Recalling what the doctor said, the curve of Jiang Chen's mouth slowly straightened again.

He pulled the corners of his lips awkwardly.

"It was my sister who said she would never leave Jiang Chen again, so why did she break her promise again this time?"

The leaves of the old banyan tree outside the window were withered and yellow, covered with a thick layer of snow. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the snow pressed on the branches fell down in large pieces.

When it hit the snow, it made a very dull sound.

There was not even the chirping of birds.

Winter is such a quiet season that it makes people feel despair. The whole world is terrifyingly quiet.

The young man looked at the snow outside the window for a while, then looked away woodenly. His lips were eerily red, as if blood would drip out at the next moment. His delicate and beautiful facial features were as bright and sharp as Jiang Zhao's.

There was a faint, biting coldness.

It's like a drop of cinnabar accidentally dropped on an ink painting.

Jiang Chen lowered his eyelashes, the corners of his eyes were crimson, tears condensed on his long and thick eyelashes. With a slight blink, the tears flowed down his high nose bridge and fell onto the plain bed sheet, splashing a dark stain.

"Sister, when you chose me in the warehouse, you don't know how happy I was."

That moment.

He forgave the whole world.

Forgive him for all the misfortunes and sufferings he has encountered.

But no one told the poor boy.

The price of being chosen is——

Lose her forever.

As expected, Jiang Chen had never been treated kindly by this dirty and ugly world.

Outside the ward, another young man sat in a wheelchair, his head tilted back, his jawline clear and sharp, his Adam's apple sliding slowly, his rich face hidden in the darkness, like a dormant evil spirit waiting for an opportunity.

He opened his eyes dejectedly.

He thought.

It's all his fault.

My sister is such a gentle and soft person. It is his greed that has led to this embarrassing situation.

However, no one in this world would be willing to let go after enjoying her love.

Jiang Zhao never thought of giving up.

Even if he died, he would drag her to die with him, no matter if it was heaven or hell, as long as they were together. Just like that, entangled until death.

"Master, you should go back and rest."

The old butler behind him had a hoarse voice, and his vocal cords seemed to be burned, which was as disgusting as if a sharp object had scratched the eardrum.

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes slowly, "Aren't my legs already beyond repair?"

"I'm afraid the old man won't be happy with your passive attitude towards treatment," the butler continued in that harsh voice. "Young Master Jiang Chen's eyes have healed, and he's no longer blind, but you're facing the risk of becoming disabled. If you continue with this attitude, it wouldn't be surprising if Young Master Jiang Chen became the heir to the Jiang family."

threaten.

Threaten him with the title of Jiang family heir.

To this day, they actually ridiculously think that he really cares about the position of the Jiang family heir?

All he cares about is his sister.

He and Jiang Chen, one is lame and the other is blind.

The blind man is healed, but the lame man will remain lame forever.

Jiang Zhao chuckled faintly, his voice filled with cynical laziness, "Alright, let the old man take Jiang Chen back with him. It just so happens that the Jiang family just needs a healthy heir."

The butler was about to say something when the door was opened from the inside with a swish.

The young man stared at Jiang Zhao quietly for a few seconds, then looked at the housekeeper, "You are disturbing my sister."

The housekeeper was unsure about his attitude towards Jiang Chen. If Jiang Chen was still blind, the Jiang family would definitely not accept him. But now that Jiang Chen's eyes have healed, it is hard to say who will be the one to take over the Jiang family in the end. After thinking about this, the housekeeper said flatteringly:

"Master Jiang Chen, the old man often thinks of you. As the saying goes, generations apart are close. Master Jiang Chen must miss you too, right?"

Jiang Chen bent his lower lip, but his eyes were cold, "Old man? Who is it?"

The housekeeper was stunned. "It's your grandfather."

"Not dead yet?" The young man grinned maliciously.

Jiang Zhao chuckled softly.

Due to the identities of the two young masters, although the butler was angry, he did not dare to say anything and could only go back with a few bodyguards.

As soon as the butler left, the curve of Jiang Zhao's mouth drooped immediately.

He walked around Jiang Chen, controlled the wheelchair and came to Ban Shu's bedside. He lowered his dark eyes and said nothing.

After a while, the young man opened his thin lips and spoke slowly, but with a harsh and malicious tone that could not be ignored:

"Jiang Chen, it would be better if you just died."

"If it weren't for you, my sister wouldn't be lying here like this. If it weren't for you, my sister and I wouldn't have experienced so many changes in our lives."

Jiang Zhao hated his fellow brothers so deeply.

Why did it show up?

Why don't you just die?

It turned out that he could have lived peacefully with his sister for the rest of his life.

But now, his legs were crippled, and he was driven out of the world of Banshu like a stray dog.

It’s all because of Jiang Chen’s existence.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, and the soft contours of his face were somewhat evil. "You are too greedy. I have never thought of competing with you for anything. It is you, Jiang Zhao, who is too selfish. You have pushed me into a desperate situation time and time again. I have no choice but to fight back."

Jiang Zhao sneered, "Don't make yourself sound like a good person."

"That time the guesthouse caught fire, you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Jiang Chen said slowly. "You clearly knew there was a fire, but you chose to stand there and force your sister to make a choice. You were very satisfied with the result, weren't you? Watching me being engulfed in flames, you felt very refreshed, right?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zhao sighed regretfully, "It's a pity you didn't die in that fire. You're such a tough bastard."

…

In the system space.

Pan Shu looked at the pair of brothers coldly, her beautiful eyes and eyebrows suppressed a hint of indifference, as if a god was looking down at an ant.

She didn't want to care about this so-called mission world anymore.

I don’t want to guess who the male lead is anymore.

In fact, Panshu's patience has always been limited.