Chapter 97 Little Wish, Look at Your Brother

Chapter 97 Xiao Yuan, Look at Your Brother

After adjusting the IV drip, the doctor turned to Song Yan and said, "How could you subject a patient with depression to such a severe shock? Excessive psychological stress can cause serious physical symptoms that could even be life-threatening."

Song Yan couldn't help but shudder as he looked at Si Yuan on the hospital bed.

She looks terrible and hasn't woken up yet.

"I understand, doctor. I won't do it again."

The doctor left.

Only Song Yan remained in the ward, keeping watch over Si Yuan.

The curtains were drawn, and the lights were off, making it somewhat dim.

But Song Yan felt at ease, as if in this environment, no one could spy on Si Yuan or try to steal her away.

In fact, Song Yan hasn't slept well a single day in the past few days.

He had never felt this way before, as if possessed by a ghost, with Si Yuan in his mind whether his eyes were open or closed.

I didn't care that much before.

Or rather, she was always by his side before, and he never thought of leaving.

He remained lost and dejected.

Only now, with Si Yuan right in front of him, and only the two of them, did he finally feel a little at ease.

It's not a pleasant feeling to have something you thought would always be yours, only to have it stolen by someone else.

In particular, Song Yan has never lost anything since he was a child.

The assistant called, Song Yan answered, listened, and then hung up.

He looked at Si Yuan's hand, his fingertips twitching slightly.

Suddenly, I had an urge to... touch it.

Song Yan had never been in love with anyone before, and this was the first time he had felt this way, the thrill of wanting to hold someone's hand.

Jiang Wang even dared to kiss her.

He just held her hand, that shouldn't be too much to ask, right?

By the time Song Yan came to his senses, he had already wrapped Si Yuan's hand in his palm.

Little by little, my heart felt filled up.

It's a... very strange feeling.

There's no one around, and no one can see you, so there's no need to fear other people's opinions.

He only needs to do what he wants to do.

"I have already sent people to collect your mother's belongings. You will see them when you wake up."

Song Yan smiled.

But the person in the hospital bed remained motionless.

"Xiaoyuan, have you been in a lot of pain all this time?"

Song Yan's eyes showed hesitation, confusion, and heartache.

"You're in pain because I don't like you?"

"Wouldn't it be... if I just like you, you wouldn't be in so much pain? And your illness would be cured?"

Song Yan's voice sounded particularly low in the dimly lit ward, carrying a hint of unprecedented confusion.

His fingertips gently caressed the back of Si Yuan's hand, feeling her slightly cool body temperature.

“I never knew…” He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, “that seeing someone suffer could be so painful for me.”

"But this kind of pain made me realize that I am not emotionally deficient; I am also a living person who can feel pain and jealousy."

"You know what?" Song Yan suddenly laughed, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips, "The night before last, I waited outside Jiang Wang's place all night. Watching your room lights on, I imagined what you were doing..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a soliloquy: "I never thought I would do something like this for someone."

These words were finally spoken to Si Yuan.

Even though she hadn't woken up, even though she couldn't hear, Song Yan still felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

The jealousy and possessiveness that tormented him day and night suddenly found an outlet.

Just as Song Yan was about to say something more, the door behind him suddenly opened.

He quickly withdrew his hand.

The lingering coolness of Si Yuan's touch remained in my palm.

The feeling of fullness that had just entered my heart also gradually slipped away in that instant.

Turning around, I saw Song Guotao.

Song Guotao, oblivious to Song Yan's odd behavior, looked at Si Yuan and asked with concern, "How is it?"

Song Yan relayed everything the doctor had said to his father.

The gloom in Song Guotao's eyes grew even heavier.

He never imagined that Si Yuan would have depression, let alone be so severely ill.

He stopped and looked at Song Yan.

"You knew all of this?"

Song Yan remained silent and nodded.

As expected, Song Guotao nodded, but his eyes were full of disappointment.

"You knew your sister was being bullied, so why didn't you tell us? If we had known, would we still have sent her abroad?"

Song Yan did not offer a single explanation.

He understood that his father was right, and that he was the one who was wrong.

Song Guotao sighed and said slowly, "If I had known that this child would suffer such injustice in our Song family, I would have... let her stay in the capital."

Song Yan's lifeless expression suddenly froze, as if something had touched him.

He looked up hesitantly, and asked in confusion, "What capital city?"

Song Guotao sighed.

“Back then, Si Yuan’s parents passed away suddenly. Her mother had a teacher in the capital who respected her very much and offered to adopt Si Yuan. Your mother and I, seeing how pitiful the child was and really wanting a daughter, took advantage of our business relationship with Si Yuan’s father to adopt her first.”

Song Yan frowned, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashing in his eyes: "So, Si Yuan and I should have had no connection whatsoever?"

"yes."

Song Yan's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the bed railing.

The cold touch of the metal traveled through his palm, but it paled in comparison to the tremor in his heart at that moment.

"So..." His voice trembled slightly, "it wasn't our Song family that saved Si Yuan. Even if we hadn't adopted her, she should have had a good life?"

In other words, Si Yuan was adopted by the Song family.

Even without the Song family, Si Yuan wouldn't have ended up in an orphanage.

But he always thought that the Song family had given Si Yuan a chance, and accused her of being ungrateful and betraying the kindness of her parents, thus morally blackmailing her.

Clearly... clearly even without him, Si Yuan would be doing just fine.

It was the Song family that dragged Si Yuan to this end.

"Dad, there's something I'd like to ask you."

Seeing Song Yan's serious expression, Song Guotao asked, puzzled, "What?"

"This past must never be told to Si Yuan."

Song Guotao didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

If she knew, would she be even more determined to return to the capital?

Will this cause her to withdraw her affection for her older brother?

Because there was no way to preserve the last bit of gratitude and affection in her heart.

So Song Yan lowered his eyes and lied to his father: "The doctor said that she can't think too much right now. I'll tell her later."