e same time, Qin Mumumu's mind flashed with this sentence.The girl's long hair was wet and limp, falling softly onto the gleaming black crystal floor. Water droplets trickled down her strands, drippin...What was said back then

"Jian Mo Bai, don't think you have me cornered with that little trick of yours. I can handle those hoodlums myself, so don't even try to use this against me in front of Grandfather."

Her brother looked down on her at the time, saying: “Cut it out~ Isn't it just a fight you lost What’s so great about that I often get into fights too, otherwise why do you think I would be hiding a first aid kit under my bed” After finishing his words, he grabbed her collar and unceremoniously threw her out the door with a bang.

At that time, as the girl in the family, a girl who lacked parental love, she was very jealous of her brother. Looking at the tightly closed door in front of her, she stomped her feet and shouted: "Jian Mo Bai, I will win. Isn't it just a fight I'm sure I can beat those delinquents!"

Later on, she would rebel against those bullying senior girls even more every day, always ending up with injuries. Her brother took her to his room for a week straight, treating her wounds. After applying the medicine, he'd throw her out.

When she finally subdued those oppressive upperclassmen, they called in some thugs from outside. Those thugs back then were actually junior and high school students, and at the time, "Infernal Affairs" was popular.

She was cornered behind the teaching building on campus, thinking she was done for this time. But then her brother swooped in. She saw him fight for the first time, so ferociously brutal. In the end, he left with a bunch of injuries, his face swollen like a pig's head, but he still played cool in front of her: "Look at that, that's how you fight. Yours was just fancy footwork."

On the sofa, the woman was somewhat dazed. Those things that had been lost in time, those little things, seemed to come into focus all at once.

She also remembered the words her older brother had yelled fiercely when he fought with some older delinquents: "My sister can only be bullied by me! Anyone who dares to bully my sister, I'll kill him!"

She also remembered the fierce look in her brother's eyes when he said that, like a wolf, as if he were about to bite anyone he saw to death the next moment.

The woman sat straight on the sofa for three hours.

Her eyes were vacant, seeing nothing tangible, yet as if piercing through the empty air, she gazed far, far away. She seemed to be reminiscing, her lips sometimes twitching into a faint smile, sometimes pressed tight together. She appeared lost in her own world, remembering not all of it was pleasant, but within those memories, there was beauty.

The silent living room was suddenly shattered by the frantic ringing of her phone. She jumped, jolted awake, her eyes turning cold and fathomless.

He glanced at the screen. It was Shen Xiujin.

She didn't hang up the phone, nor did she answer the other person's call.

He quietly stood up from the sofa, picked up his backpack, and walked to the entrance hall.

But then suddenly stopped, at the entrance hall, two pairs of slippers lined up side by side.

She just stood there straight, her eyes downcast, staring intently at the two pairs of couple slippers for a long time.

Just like a wooden stake, standing straight and silent.

After what felt like an eternity, the woman finally moved. Slowly, she crouched down, picked up two pairs of slippers, and walked back to the living room, tossing them into the trash can.

She turned back to the bar, tossing the couple's drink into the trash.

In the restroom, toothbrushes, toothbrush holders, towels, anything that came in pairs were thrown into the trash one by one.

Staring at the overflowing trash can, the woman stood before it, her pale lips curling into a sarcastic smile... No wonder, no wonder he had to play dumb.

Look, isn't this how she's been gradually taking over her life

At some point, paired things began to appear in the house, more and more of them. Yet, she remained oblivious to it all.

If she hadn't sorted things out today, perhaps she would never have discovered it.

Turning around, no longer lingering, stepping out the door and leaving.

Chapter 315: Why Did We Become Like This

Jian Tong stood before the pure white door, hesitating for a long time. Finally, she reached out her hand and pushed open the door.

"I won't eat." On the bed in the room, Jian Mo lay pale and emaciated. These days, he lived in anxiety, his desire to survive making him struggle through pain.

But it hurt too much, and with each passing day, the despair grew.

Struggling in sickness and despair, he wanted to live, to savor the lights, wine, and revelry, to return to carefree days of the past.

Mrs. Jian washed her face with tears all day. Jian Mobai couldn't bear to see someone by his side crying and sighing all day. Mrs. Jian had recently fallen ill, but Jian Mobai breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that the person who had been sighing and complaining in front of him every day could leave him.

Only the housekeeper would come to deliver food. Mrs. Jian, out of concern for her son, hired the best nurses who took turns working around the clock, 24 hours a day, to care for him.

Jian Mo Bai had had enough of the four white walls of this house. When he was awake, he would gaze out the window at the scenery. His once spirited eyes were now only dull and gray.

The door creaked open, and he instinctively thought it was the housekeeper bringing something. He had been on medication for a long time, undergoing continuous chemotherapy, which had robbed him of his taste. Everything tasted bland and bitter.

Now, he would only open his mouth to eat if his stomach was aching from hunger.

Because he was too weak, he didn't even want to speak.

He wouldn't even turn his head to look if someone walked in the door.

Jian Mo Bai leaned against the bed, staring out the window listlessly.

Until a shadow fell across his bed.

Although he was weak and unwilling to waste even a shred of energy, his gaunt face still faintly showed annoyance.

Yes, fed up, fed up with these healthy people and then those who look after you with concern… If he could, he would rather be the latter—healthy in body and then with a face full of sympathy and pity to pity others.Wei Ming's good or bad, I don't remember what she looked like anymore, but this woman's appearance three years ago was so clearly imprinted in my mind.He, couldn't let Jian Tong go unpunished!This wom...