“I’ll go take a look.”

Song Weiwei hurriedly nodded. This was Song Yaoyao’s former home, so she did not need Song Weiwei to lead the way. She knew which room Song Wenchuan was staying in.

“Give it to me. You guys wait outside.”

Song Yaoyao stretched out her hand. Huo Si immediately handed the medicine box respectfully to her. When the door closed, he stood guard outside like a guardian, not allowing anyone to come near.

Song Weiwei looked at the fierce-looking Huo Si and tactfully retreated to the side.

Song Yaoyao thought that Song Wenchuan only had a simple fever, but after seeing him with her own eyes, she realized that rather than saying that he was sick, it was more like he had fallen into a trance.

One moment he called her name, the next he called her Song Jingwan.

His voice was hoarse, and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes. His pillow was wet from the tears.

She opened the medicine box and took out the silver needles.

A few minutes later…

Song Wenchuan gradually recovered and slowly woke up.

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes and put away the silver needles.

Song Wenchuan hadn’t forgotten that he was at home. When he saw Song Yaoyao in Song Manor, he thought he was dreaming.

“Yaoyao…”

He reached out and touched Song Yaoyao’s face. “I’m sorry…”

“What’s wrong?”

Song Yaoyao frowned and stared at him, letting his palm touch her cheek. She did not move.

The warm and delicate touch, as well as the soft and caring voice, stunned Song Wenchuan.

He regained some consciousness and asked in a daze, “Yaoyao? Am I not dreaming?”

Song Yaoyao was speechless. “Why don’t you pinch yourself to see if it hurts?”

As soon as she said this, Song Wenchuan immediately pinched his own arm.

He groaned in pain and let go of his arm. One could see that his skin had turned red. It was obvious that he had pinched himself hard.

Song Yaoyao: “…What happened?”

It was so abnormal. It didn’t seem like something Song Wenchuan would do.

“I…”

He pursed his lips, unable to smile.

In the past, he always hoped that Song Yaoyao would come back, and that she would still be his sister. But later on, he realized that in this family, apart from him, no one welcomed her.

On the other hand, in the Huo family, Song Yaoyao was like a Princess that everyone cherished.

She was living such a good and happy life, what right did he have to disturb her?

But last night, he accidentally found out from Song Jingwan that Song Yaoyao’s recent fall was not an accident; it was a deliberate act by Song Jingwan!

It was attempted murder!

“If it’s not convenient to say, you don’t have to say it.”

Song Yaoyao interrupted him indifferently, her two fingers pressed against his wrist.

“Don’t think too hard, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. If…” she paused, and looked at Song Wenchuan, “If you’re really tired, you can take a break.”

The girl’s voice was soft and seemingly cold, but the truth was, there was unconcealable concern in her eyes.

Song Wenchuan smiled. He suddenly opened his arms and hugged Song Yaoyao tightly.

“You—”

Song Yaoyao struggled for a while and heard Song Wenchuan’s muffled voice. “Let me hug you, please…”

Song Yaoyao pursed her lips.

“Yaoyao, I’m sorry.”

He only knew now how many things he had done to hurt her. She trusted him so much and treated him as her older brother. Why did it change in the end?

He thought he knew, but only now did he realize that that wasn’t the whole truth.

“You must be very disappointed, right? With me as your older brother.” Song Wenchuan smiled bitterly. He didn’t dare to look directly at Song Yaoyao, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to speak if he stared into her pure eyes. He could only use this method.