Halfway through her yawn, Feng stopped, confused. “Where has second brother been sleeping?”
Situ Jin slowly sat up straight, looking at her. “He just sits and dozes off. It doesn’t matter where.”
“Why just sit and not sleep…”
Her voice trailed off.
Situ Jin didn’t look at her, turning his gaze back to the window. “Feng’er, when was the last time you cared about whether second brother could sleep at night?”
Left behind by her father’s voice, Feng walked towards her second brother’s room. The door opened to reveal a bed made up so neatly it looked untouched.
Feng sat down, feeling cold. She had truly forgotten her second brother’s nightly nightmares and how he always startled awake.
In years past, she stayed with him until he fell asleep, rushing to his side whenever he woke from a nightmare. When did she start to forget his struggles?
With closed eyes, she remembered. It started when she began dating Brother Ning Yuan. Their time together—shopping at night, watching movies, and romantic moments—left her too tired to notice her brother’s needs.
Every time she came home, he assured her he was fine. Gradually, she fell into deep sleep, dreaming only of Brother Ning Yuan, while her second brother seemed to have stopped having nightmares.
She had forgotten her loving brother for so long.
At closing time, Ying Feng went to Qi Feng’s office. “Let’s go home together.”
Qi Feng, buried in his work, said without looking up, “Wait a moment.”
Ying Feng walked over, noticing what Qi Feng was working on. “Isn’t this the necklace you said you’d give to Feng’er?”
“Yes!” Qi Feng held it up. “I’ve installed a tracker and communicator. You can’t see it at all, right?”
Ying Feng took it, seeing nothing unusual. “Why are you doing this?”
Qi Feng frowned. “If she’s in danger, we can find her quickly. We can’t be with her all the time, so it’s better to take precautions.”
Patting his shoulder, Ying Feng said, “If only you could spare some meticulousness for others like you do for Feng’er.”
Qi Feng replied while putting the necklace back in its box, “Others are not Feng’er.”
Ying Feng sighed. “You’ll never find a wife like this.”
