Sparrows chirped outside the window.
The dead silence of winter passed, and it seemed as if a nagging vitality was constantly emerging. The rings of the years rolled forward, and the treetops grew new green, but only this young man named Jiang Chen seemed to be abandoned in the corner by time.
He was forgotten.
Therefore, when he asked that question, he was even prepared for no answer.
If a blind person says this, no one will care.
Jiang Chen pursed his lips, and slowly loosened his hands that were tightly gripping the quilt. He said softly, "It doesn't matter if I can't see. These eyes... aren't that important anyway."
There was nothing beautiful about this filthy world that he hated.
Just his sister.
He secretly hid in the corner and watched her for ten years.
From then on, even peeping became a luxury. Jiang Chen was indeed just a rat in the gutter.
It's so pitiful that it makes people laugh.
Ban Shu held her chin with one hand, her eyes fixed on the thin gauze covering the boy's eyes. His skin was almost transparent, and although he looked so pitiful, he still exuded a pure, beautiful and clean temperament.
She gently stroked the boy's soft chestnut-brown hair. "It'll be fine."
Jiang Chen paused for breath.
The gauze covering his eyes was suddenly stained with water stains that were darker than the surrounding area. He suppressed his trembling and subconsciously grabbed Pan Shu's wrist with his big hand, like a drowning man grabbing the last floating duckweed, "Sister... is it my sister?"
"It's me."
Pan Shu did not struggle and let him hold her tightly.
Jiang Chen didn't know where the grievance came from. He clearly had no right to feel wronged, but he couldn't help but ask softly, "In my sister's heart, is it true that Jiang Chen will never be as good as Jiang Zhao?"
"I'm sorry." Pan Shu didn't know what to say to comfort him.
She could understand the boy's feelings of despair and loss.
Even though he was still so young and had already suffered so much in life, he always seemed to be more pitiful. So pitiful that even Pan Shu couldn't bear it.
The young man was wearing a blue and white hospital gown. The gown was empty and loose, and he looked like a dead skeleton underneath. His nose felt sore and he couldn't help but shed tears.
The pale face blooms with breathtaking beauty.
A warm spring breeze blew by.
Lifting the hem of the boy's clothes, the countless scars on his thin body, which had endured so much suffering, were exposed to Pan Shu's eyes.
Jiang Chen hurriedly pressed the corner of his clothes. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Pan Shu's expression. Once again, he was glad that he was blind.
This way I don't have to see her disgusted expression.
Only Jiang Chen himself knew how dirty and ugly his body was.
Many of the scars have actually faded, but those caused by burns from tongs and holes in steel bars are too deep, so deep that no matter how many years pass, these marks will not disappear.
Even time is useless.
Jiang Chen felt that he was pathetic and ridiculous.
He was clearly already embarrassed enough in front of his sister, but why did he always end up being even more embarrassed?
The boy was like a rag doll with holes all over it, his eyes open and motionless. The whole world was filled with endless silence and darkness.
The boy's self-esteem also died.
Pan Shu was silent for a few seconds. She raised her eyes and looked at the boy's pale lips. "How did you get the injury on your body?"
Jiang Chen's throat was burned by the fire, and every word squeezed out of his throat seemed so difficult and bitter. He lowered his eyes quietly, and tears fell down in big drops. "Will you feel sad?"
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "No one will feel sorry for Jiang Chen, so it doesn't matter how this injury came about."
When Jiang Zhao had a fever, his sister would anxiously carry him to the hospital and cry with heartache.
But Jiang Chen is different.
Jiang Chen didn't die in this hell on earth, but he was just lucky.
Obviously Jiang Chen was also very likable when he was a child.
But I don’t know when it started, he became a virus that everyone avoids.
Pan Shu gently lifted the boy's sleeves, and the crisscrossing scars on his snow-white skin were shocking. Some absurd guess that had been buried deep in her heart broke out again.
Her voice was calm. "You were adopted."
"Um."
"Jiang Chen, I need to clarify one thing." Pan Shu put down the boy's sleeves and said softly, "Maybe I am wrong."
Pan Shu walked out of the ward. Although it was a sunny spring day, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Taking a deep breath, she said slowly, "Qiqi, tell me exactly what Jiang Chen has been through these years."
System: "Okay, host."
In the ward where Panshu had left not long ago, a handsome young man came.
He stood in front of the bed, looking down at his weak, pitiful brother.
The narrow and long phoenix eyes covered a cold and strange light.
Jiang Zhao pressed his slender fingertips against the vase, and with a "pop", the glass vase rolled to the ground and then broke into pieces. The white water lily petals also withered completely like the fragments.
He picked up a petal and twisted it slowly with his fingertips until the sticky juice flowed all over his hands. Then the boy wiped his hands in disgust.
These are the flowers that Banshu gave to Jiang Chen.
He wants to destroy even this.
Jiang Chen couldn't bear it any longer, but he couldn't see anything, so he could only crawl slowly towards the sound, his chest heaving violently, his pale face flushed with breathlessness, and his transparent white fingertips kept groping on the cold ground.
His hands were soon cut by the fragments and were bleeding.
The poor water lily had been broken so badly that it could not be put back together.
The boy clung tightly to the branches of the water lily, his tears silently soaking the gauze and rolling down his pointed, pale jaw.
"Look at you, you can't even protect a flower."
Jiang Zhao half-knelt down, and yanked Jiang Chen's hair with his slender hands. "Do you still want to snatch my sister from me? My poor brother, why do you come to disturb the peaceful life of me and my sister?"
Jiang Zhao would not allow any mistakes to happen in his and Ban Shu's peaceful life.
He deserves to be with his sister like this for the rest of his life.
Even in such a relationship.
Even though he had evil thoughts about his sister.
Jiang Zhao stood up and looked down at the fragile and pitiful boy. He threw the handkerchief he had wiped his knuckles on him and said calmly, "There is advanced enough technology abroad to cure your eyes. Once you go abroad, don't come back."
Jiang Chen slowly stood up, holding onto the wall. His face didn't show the depression or anger that Jiang Zhao had imagined. He just said calmly, "Are you scared, brother?"
The aftertaste is very light, with a hint of mockery.
The young man's lean back was as straight as a pine tree. He pulled the gauze from his eyes and opened his dark, hollow eyes. "Back then, my sister should have taken me away. The name Jiang Zhao should also belong to me, not you... a fool who has usurped the throne."
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