Su Luo bit her lip, struggled to pull her phone out of her pocket, and used her last bit of strength to call Ye Xiaotian.

The call connected instantly, and Ye Xiaotian's somewhat hoarse voice came through.

"Brother Luo, what's wrong? I just picked up my sister."

"Help me..."

After saying that, Su Luo's vision went black and she fainted.

Ye Xiaotian panicked and shouted into the phone.

"Hey, what's wrong? Where are you? Are you home? How can I help you?"

"Say something, don't scare me..."

Ye Xiaoman, who was standing to the side, was much calmer than her brother. She immediately told the driver to turn around and head to Anning Residential Area.

Ye Xiaotian asked anxiously, "Sister, what if he's not home?"

Ye Xiaoman said irritably, "He should be here. Didn't you just say he went home after you finished drinking?"

She was a little confused. Didn't Su Luo go to Tokyo to get married? Why did she suddenly come back?

And why should his younger brother save him?

What exactly is going on?

Ye Xiaotian's mind finally started working.

"Yes, yes, he must be home!"

When he gets anxious, his brain just shuts down and stops working.

The two rushed to Su Luo's house.

When they opened the door, they were both stunned.

Su Luo lay motionless on the ground, her face as pale as paper.

A gleaming fruit knife was stuck in his shoulder, and blood had stained his pristine white shirt.

The room was clean and tidy, and the door lock didn't look like it had been tampered with.

how so?

Ye Xiaotian and his sister didn't have time to think, and immediately worked together to carry Su Luo downstairs.

After placing Su Luo in the back seat, Ye Xiaotian held her in his arms, and to prevent the bumpy ride, he stabbed her deeper with the fruit knife.

Ye Xiaoman then kicked the driver out and drove herself.

They rushed to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible.

We arrived at the hospital quickly.

The two escorted Su Luo into the operating room and sat somewhat helplessly on the chairs in the corridor.

Ye Xiaotian was extremely anxious, staring nervously at the red light on the operating room door frame.

"Sis, he'll be alright, right?"

Ye Xiaoman's heart was also in her throat, but she still gently put her hand on her brother's shoulder and comforted him.

"No, absolutely not."

Ye Xiaotian's eyes reddened as he said guiltily.

“I shouldn’t have let him go home alone. I knew he was sick, but I still let him go home by himself.”

Ye Xiaoman's doubts deepened.

"What are you saying? Su Luo is sick? What happened? Didn't he go to Tokyo to get married? Why is he back? What's going on?"

Ye Xiaotian pursed his lips. He didn't want to say it. If he told his sister that Song Lingshan was Su Luo's ex-boyfriend, his sister would definitely blame him for not telling her sooner.

They might even beat him up, and besides, telling my sister won't change anything.

Ye Xiaoman straightened her younger brother's body, pressing her hands on his shoulders with some emotion.

"Speak up! Don't play dumb! Don't I have the right to know?"

Ye Xiaotian's shoulder ached from his sister's grip, and he said helplessly.

"Sis, I said yes, but you have to promise not to hit me."

Ye Xiaoman nodded slightly, "Okay, I won't hit you, go ahead."

So Ye Xiaotian told his sister everything that had happened between Song Lingshan's trip to Tokyo to disrupt the wedding and her drinking with Su Luo that day.

"..."

Ye Xiaoman fell into a deep silence after listening.

There was too much information for her to process all at once.

He raised his hand to press his temples and began to slowly stroke them, frowning as he asked.

"Are you saying that Su Luo's husband is Song Lingshan's stepmother?"

"Um."

"Is Su Luo still Song Lingshan's ex-boyfriend?"

"Um."

Upon hearing her brother's affirmative answer, Ye Xiaoman turned around and forgot her promise to him, slapping him across the handsome face.

Why didn't you say so sooner!

Ye Xiaotian covered his burning cheek and said innocently.

"I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd hit me. Look, you just said you wouldn't hit me, but you still did. Besides, I didn't deliberately hide it from you, and you never asked about it!"

Ye Xiaoman was so angry she almost fainted, and said angrily.

"You should have told me beforehand, whether you asked or not!"

After all that, it turns out she and Song Lingshan like the same person? What a joke!

If Song Lingshan finds out, will they still be friends?

If she had known earlier, she would have stayed far away from Su Luo. How could she have become his teacher, how could she have been so eager to pursue him, and how could she have been so heartbroken to hear that he was getting married?

Ye Xiaotian felt even more aggrieved and whispered.

“I thought he would never come back after going to Tokyo, but who knew that he would be kidnapped by Song Lingshan before the wedding was even held and locked up by her for so long.”

Ye Xiaoman scratched her hair in frustration, the shocking scar on her face flashing through her mind, and smiled bitterly.

"So the injury on his face was inflicted by Song Lingshan?"

That shouldn't be the case. She knew that no matter how angry Song Lingshan was, she wouldn't treat her lover so cruelly, even disfiguring her.

Ye Xiaotian nodded, then shook his head.

"He drew it himself."

Although Su Luo claimed that he made the incision himself, Song Lingshan was also involved. If he hadn't been driven to the brink, he wouldn't have done something so self-destructive.

Ye Xiaoman's expression grew increasingly grim. She sighed and continued to ask.

"You're saying he has a mental illness? Has he seen a doctor?"

"I saw him and got some medicine. He was fine when we were eating together. I don't know how he got like this now."

Ye Xiaotian felt even more guilty and began to plan that once Su Luo woke up, he would have him move into his house so that such an accident would not happen again.

Ye Xiaoman pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"I think it's very likely that he had a seizure and stabbed himself with that fruit knife."

Ye Xiaotian blinked.

"It's very likely. He's all alone at home, so the only person who could hurt him is himself."

"But that doesn't make sense. If that were true, why would he have called me?"

Ye Xiaoman couldn't understand it either.

"Let's ask the doctor later."

"good."

An hour later, the surgery was successfully completed.

Fortunately, the knife didn't go too deep and didn't damage the bone. The wound has been stitched up and will heal in two months with proper care.

Ye Xiaoman and her younger brother breathed a deep sigh of relief.

The nurses then moved Su Luo to a private room.

The two stayed by Su Luo's bedside for a long time, but Su Luo still did not wake up.

Ye Xiaoman told her younger brother to go home and sleep, as he had to go to work tomorrow.

Ye Xiaotian didn't want to go back, but seeing that his sister was about to resort to violence again, he had no choice but to agree and reluctantly left the ward.

Only Ye Xiaoman and Su Luo remained in the room.

Ye Xiaoman looked at Su Luo's haggard face and stared at the thin, light pink scar on his face.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his cheek; it was still as smooth and delicate as she remembered.

She gently stroked his scar with her fingertips.

It's strange. This scar is obviously ugly, a fatal flaw on anyone's face, but on Su Luo's face, it's not ugly at all.