When the gauze was removed, a scabbed abrasion was revealed on the back of the boy’s neck, which was strikingly similar in shape to a crack in glass.
"Take your medicine on time, Qingliu." Chen Chunhua pressed the thermometer into Ye Qingliu's palm, her fingertips brushing against his scalding heat. Hua Jinyue saw the new scratch on her ring finger, the blood scab like a stubborn maple leaf.
As the sunlight gradually filled the sofa, Ye Qingliu fell into a deep sleep. Hua Jinyue nestled beside him like a kitten, her small hands unconsciously clutching the corner of her brother's clothes, as if confirming his existence even in her dreams.
The cracks in the French window shimmered in the light, like a healing scar. Chen Chunhua hummed a fragmented lullaby, the echo of shattered glass hidden in her voice, but ultimately, the morning light warmed her heart.
This was the scene that Butler Li saw when he pushed the door open. He stood at the door, holding the freshly heated milk in his hand, but forgot what to do.
The morning light gently enveloped the three people on the sofa. Ye Qingliu's little face looked particularly tender in his sleep, and there were still traces of tears on Hua Jinyue's eyelashes. Chen Chunhua, the always taciturn woman, actually relaxed her tense shoulders for a rare moment.
"Sigh..." Butler Li sighed softly, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
He thought of what happened last night—Ye Chenxi, the real ruler of the Ye family, just watched quietly as the family doctor bandaged the brother and sister, and then whispered instructions to him.
"Really..." Butler Li shook his head, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He gently put down the milk, picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground, and carefully covered the three people with it.
"Let you sleep a little longer."
Butler Li retreated to the door and took one last look at the quiet scene - Ye Qingliu unconsciously leaned towards his sister, Hua Jinyue muttered in his sleep, and Chen Chunhua's fingers moved slightly, as if instinctively wanting to protect them.
The sunlight grew warmer, and the cracks on the French windows shimmered in the light, like wounds being gently healed. Butler Li left silently, thinking—
The Ye family has everything except the cheapest thing - people's hearts.
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