knocked down but getting back up...it's just been one joke after another.Xiao Heng frowned... This woman had been staring off into space for the third time today.Unable to describe how he felt at thi..."Get out." Jian Mo's breath was weak, and there was a hint of irritability: "I am sick, okay"

"When the body has been ill for a long time, does the heart also become sick"

A rough female voice, spoke softly.

Jian Mo Bai seemed to be stimulated, his whole upper body visibly stiffened.

He slowly turned his head, but only from the window to the bedside. It was a mere forty-five degrees, the kind of angle learned in elementary school math. Yet, his expression underwent a qualitative change.

Looking up, he gazed at the figure by his bedside. After a long moment, he laughed bitterly: "Are you here to see if I'm dead or alive"

At the bedside, the woman remained silent. She pulled over a chair beside the bed and sat down without a word. Her gaze swept past Jian Mo Bai's back. Then she got up, picked up a pillow from the sofa, and pulled Jian Mo Bai's upper body closer. Without speaking, she placed the pillow behind Jian Mo Bai's back.

"What Sympathize with me Pity me"

Jian Tong looked at the person in bed, her sunken cheeks. She had to stare for a long time before she could faintly see the once dashing and handsome features. If she just glanced at him, she could hardly find the Jian Mo Bai from the crowd.

She reached out her finger and gently tapped the button of Jian Mo Bai's patient's uniform.

"What are you doing" the latter asked, her lips pale and pinched, her face wary.

The woman's hand fell from Jian Mo Bai's back, light but undeniably unbuttoned his shirt. The collar slid down, revealing a scar on his shoulder, which had healed but still left a hideous mark.

"Do you still remember how this scar came about" the woman's rough voice, rose slowly.

Jian Mo's white shoulders trembled, the scar rubbed by Jian Tong's fingertips burning with a heat that made him instinctively want to dodge.

"If you're here to reminisce, forget it. I'm practically dying. Do you want to rehash the past with a sick man"

Ignoring Jian Mo Bai's sharp and cutting words, Jian Tong lightly rubbed her fingertips, ignoring him completely, and continued on as if he hadn't spoken.

When I was a child, my grandfather was still alive, and I grew up in front of him.

"Are you going to brag about your grandfather favoring you again Jian Tong, your grandfather is dead. You don't have that doting grandfather anymore."

The woman continued speaking, ignoring the sharp words.

"I was very envious of you back then.

My parents loved me very much. When I was little, I didn't understand anything. I thought that because I did something wrong, my parents didn't like me.

So I tried my hardest to be the best. I thought, if I were better than you, then Mom and Dad’s attention would shift from you to me.

Actually, I'm not very smart. My grandfather said that I'm smarter than him, but I don't believe it. While you were playing, I was studying. I didn't know what was useful and what wasn't.

Back then, I thought that anything I could learn would be great. If I learned it, I'd be excellent, and if I was excellent, my parents would love me just like they love you.

That's how I think, and that's how I act.

But later, as I became more and more outstanding, I found that my parents liked me less and less. That's when I realized... actually, my parents didn't want me to be so outstanding.

I don't accept that, you're your parents' child and so am I.

I refuse to accept defeat, so out of spite, I made myself even busier like a spinning top, learning more and more.

I also comforted myself, what's the matter, my parents don't love me, but I still have my grandfather.

Back then, my grandfather was the most important person to me.

For a long time, what made me feel valuable was the affirmation I received from my grandfather. It made me feel that in that family, I was valued and loved.

It's not that nobody loves me.

I knew there was once,

Once, my grandfather said that actually, your brother is smarter and more gifted than you. And I saw the expectation in my grandfather's eyes for you. Only then did I realize that my grandfather didn't love me any more.

But what does it matter, Grandfather loved me so that's enough.

Jian Mo Bai went from disbelief to gradually silent listening.

In the ward, there was only that rough female voice left, speaking her story slowly but with its own rhythm.

"But I hate you even more now. I thought it was you who took away my mom and dad, and you already have your own parents, so why do you want to steal my grandfather too I only have him left."

The woman spoke as if it weren't her own story, she seemed like an observer recounting someone else's tale.

"Do you still remember this scar, how did you get it" She looked up, her gaze falling on the scar that had turned brown. Her finger lightly traced over it.

Jian Mo was extremely weak, his face as pale as paper. He moved his lips, but after a long while, he only managed to say, "Forgotten..."

At her bedside, the woman chuckled softly: "When I was in elementary school, I hid my family background and got bullied by older students after enrolling."

Later you found me, and you grabbed me, dragging me to your bedroom. You were rough, tearing my clothes off, exposing the scars underneath.

Jian Mo Bai, only then did I realize that you were so good at treating wounds.

You patched up my wounds and then threw me out of your room.

I'm afraid if you tell Grandfather, he'll be disappointed in me and think I'm useless.

The whole day I was terrified, when I saw that my grandfather hadn't scolded me, I believed you hadn't told on me.

Later on, for a long time, I would come home with injuries every day, and you would catch me and take me to your bedroom to treat my wounds.

Her fingertips pressed lightly on the scar on Jian Mo Bai's shoulder, "This scar of yours, was it from a fight with social thugs You got hurt protecting me from a knife. After that, I thought, my brother is so amazing, he can protect me."

Jian Tongwen asked Jian Mobai across from him, "Do you remember what you said when you were fighting back then"

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