“Big brother,” Ru Feng spoke with difficulty, understanding her brother’s position, “Second brother doesn’t want to. I’ve already tried.”
Ying Feng gritted his teeth, “Feng’er, I need you to make him come. Qi Feng won’t be able to refuse you for long.”
Ru Feng shook her head, “Big brother, I don’t want to force him or exploit his love for me to make him do something he doesn’t want to do.”
“But if he refuses to help, Sui Feng might not survive,” he implored, feeling pain for her dilemma, “Feng’er, please save her.”
Unable to continue, Ying Feng hung up the phone.
Ru Feng felt lost as she heard the dial tone.
“Xiao Feng, come help! The cake is about to come out of the oven!” Qiu’s mother called.
“Okay!” Ru Feng quickly put the phone away and ran over.
In the atmosphere filled with mist and sweetness, Ru Feng’s face was damp, unable to distinguish between tears and sweat.
Why should she save someone who stole her lover? What right did she have to force her brother to do something against his will? She felt she was merely exploiting his love, questioning who gave her the right to hurt someone who cherished her so deeply.
She thought this, yet tears continued to fall.
That was Sui Feng’s sister, who had been with her for over a decade! The sister who styled her hair and wore beautiful clothes with her. How could a decade of feelings leave no trace?
She didn’t want to save her—the sister who had stolen her most beloved Ning Yuan and never treated her like a sister.
Second brother said that saving her would cost his life—how could she agree? In this world, anyone could be lost, but not her second brother.
She bit her lip and suddenly collapsed on the counter, crying. When a person dies, they disappear from this world forever, never to be seen again.
“Feng’er?” As soon as her big brother saw her, his eyes lit up, but when he noticed no one behind her, the light dimmed. He simply reached out to ruffle her hair and softly said, “I’m sorry.” He knew he had been forcing things.
