The wedding date is approaching.
Su Luo and Ozawa Nami started taking wedding photos.
I chose three dresses.
One set is Chinese style, one set is Japanese style, and one set is Western style.
We filmed for a whole day.
It was already completely dark.
St. Mary's Hospital, single room.
Song Lingshan leaned lazily against the headboard, staring blankly at the LCD TV on the wall, watching a boring TV program.
Song Qiluo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and peeling lychees for her, put a plump, white piece of fruit into her sister's mouth.
"Sis, try it, it's very fresh."
Song Lingshan gently shook her head, "I have no appetite."
She's been lying in bed for over a month, and she's so bored that she has no appetite for fruit. All she wants now is to be discharged.
Song Qiluo looked at her sister's gaunt face and said with concern.
"Sister, don't be like this. Look how thin you've become. You can't let your health suffer."
It's so strange. During the time my sister was hospitalized, she never mentioned Su Luo to me once. I mentioned her once, and I was scolded terribly. She said I should have just assumed she was dead.
She then truly believed that her sister had let go of him, but what she couldn't understand was why, if she had let go, she was still depressed and had no appetite every day.
Is it really because the hospital is too stuffy? Does your sister want to go out and clear her head?
Song Lingshan turned off the TV with the remote control and suddenly said.
"I want to be discharged!"
Song Qiluo found it difficult.
"The doctor advised you to rest for another half month, as your hand has not yet fully recovered."
Song Lingshan glanced at the bandage on her hand and said irritably.
"I don't care, I want to be discharged, can't you hear me? Hurry up and get the paperwork done for me!"
She was afraid she would die if she stayed for another half month. She hated everything about the hospital: the unpleasant smell of disinfectant, the doctors who seemed like robots, and the unremarkable, garbage ward.
Song Qiluo said helplessly.
"Okay, I can help you get discharged, but you have to promise me that you'll rest well at home after you're discharged and don't go to work, okay?"
Upon hearing that her younger sister had agreed, Song Lingshan's expression immediately softened, and she smiled and said...
"I don't want to work. I want to go to Tokyo, soak in hot springs, and drink sake."
Song Qiluo casually tossed the lychees into the trash can at her feet and said hastily.
"No, you can't drink alcohol. You already have a stomach problem, and your injury hasn't healed yet. Sis, don't make me worry, okay?"
Song Lingshan was in a real bind. She suddenly realized that her sister seemed to have become a different person since she was hospitalized.
She nags and takes meticulous care of me every day, as if she's treating me like a child, which is incredibly annoying.
But there was nothing he could do because she had difficulty moving with one hand, so he could only compromise and try to stay away from her as soon as he recovered.
"Fine, fine, I won't drink, okay? I'll just soak in the hot springs, alright?"
"Okay, I'll help you with the discharge procedures now, and we'll leave tomorrow."
Song Qiluo smiled and left the ward.
After helping my sister with her discharge procedures, I called to have a private jet ready at any time.
The two soon arrived in Tokyo.
What displeased Song Lingshan was that her younger sister had brought six bodyguards with her and followed her everywhere she went.
That was incredibly awkward.
For example, right now, she wanted to have a good time shopping in the Ginza department store, but she was followed by these six people.
It attracted the attention of countless customers.
The main reason was that these six bodyguards were really tall and muscular, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and they were wearing black suits and sunglasses.
Everyone was speculating about the identities of the two women in front of the bodyguard.
Song Lingshan was shy, so as soon as she entered the dessert shop, she ordered the six people to wait at the door.
With his left hand, he scooped into a soft, chewy strawberry daifuku with a fork, glared at the bodyguards standing outside the door who looked like statues, and asked his sister with some annoyance.
"No, we're just going out. Why are you bringing so many people? Do you think my arm in a sling isn't conspicuous enough?"
Song Lingshan was quite dissatisfied with the bandage on her right hand; the long bandage was hanging from her neck, making her hand look terrible.
Having these six conspicuous bodyguards following along would be utterly humiliating.
"Sis, you've misunderstood. I just felt that we're unfamiliar with this place, and you're injured, so your fighting ability is greatly reduced. What if we encounter danger? Let others watch if they want; they'll be too envious to watch."
Song Qiluo and her sister had actually been to Tokyo many times, but they had never brought bodyguards with them.
The area is actually quite safe. As long as you don't wander around at night and go to secluded places with few people, you shouldn't encounter any accidents.
But ever since she tried to hit Su Luo last time but was caught by Su Luo grabbing her wrist and suffered a loss, she developed the habit of bringing bodyguards everywhere she goes.
Not only will she bring bodyguards, but she will also specifically choose bodyguards who are skilled in combat. If she is lucky enough to run into Su Luo one day, she will definitely have the bodyguards give him a good beating.
After all, she had already promised Su Luo that she would beat him every time she saw him, and she always kept her word.
Song Lingshan asked in surprise, "What are you envious of? Are you out of your mind?"
With such good security here, why would I need bodyguards? Is my sister really out of her mind?
"Since we're already here, we might as well use it. We've already paid for it. Do you know how expensive my skilled bodyguards are?"
Song Qiluo has not used her family's money for the time being; she supports herself entirely through painting, and she also pays for her own bodyguards.
Song Lingshan was even more furious.
"You think it's too expensive now? I gave you the money, but you didn't use it. How can you blame me?"
After returning to China, my younger sister started putting on an act, saying she wanted to prove herself to her with her own abilities and insisted on playing the self-reliant card.
I don't know what they're thinking.
Seeing her sister getting angrier, Song Qiluo immediately lowered her stance, her dark eyes filled with grievance, and pleaded.
"Sis, I'm not blaming you. I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please listen to me this once. I'll do whatever you say when we get back to China, okay? I promise I'll be good."
"..."
Song Lingshan has always been someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force, especially when it comes to her own younger sister. Her sister's face and features are seven or eight parts similar to hers, and she's pleading with her sister with such pitiful eyes.
How could she not soften? She scooped out the cream from the strawberry daifuku, put it in her mouth, chewed slowly, and said helplessly.
"Alright, stop looking at me like that, as if I'm bullying you. You'd better keep your word."
Song Qiluo was overjoyed, her eyes curving into beautiful arcs, her dark pupils sparkling with happiness, and the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile.
If this were in the world of anime, there would definitely be a backdrop of countless blooming flowers behind her right now, with pink bubbles floating around.
"Hehe, I knew my sister was the best!"
"?!?!"
Song Lingshan immediately lowered her head, and a layer of fine goosebumps rose on her forearm.
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