Chapter 110 Don't Touch Me

Chapter 110 Don't Touch Me

Si Yuan felt her wrist was being squeezed so hard it hurt, and the icy touch of her fingertips seeped into her bones through her skin.

"Song Yan, wake up! Wasn't it clear enough when we severed ties that day? I don't want to have anything to do with the Song family anymore. Have you lost your mind because you lost your fiancée?"

Song Yan's fingers tightened suddenly, and a stubborn redness surged in his eyes.

He leaned closer, his warm breath almost touching Si Yuan's face: "Si Yuan, put your hand on your heart and tell me, who treated you the best when you were little? How can you just throw away all that past?"

Si Yuan turned her head away from his gaze, a bitter taste rising in her throat.

Of course she remembered. She remembered that Song's parents were often busy at the company all day long, and Song Yan practically watched her grow up.

I remember how Song Yan protected her when she was a teenager.

I remember he would save the only strawberry cake for her...

But all of that is in the past.

Those were just normal things an older brother does for his younger sister; she just didn't know any better and mistook them for affection.

So she later saw what it was like when he truly loved Lin Shuangyu.

She heard him say with her own eyes that she was just an adopted daughter and would have died long ago without the Song family.

I witnessed him choose to remain silent when he was falsely accused.

Those so-called "good" things were long ago crushed by later indifference.

So what are you trying to say?

Si Yuan looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes completely unmoved.

In the past, Si Yuan would be happy for half a day because of a single sentence from him, and she would feel that it was enough for her brother to treat her well.

But now, having witnessed his tenderness towards Lin Shuangyu and his disdain for her, those feelings of attraction have long since faded.

Si Yuan reminded him, "Song Yan, not everyone will always expect your pitiful pity! There is no relationship between us anymore."

Song Yan's face turned deathly pale instantly. He wanted to deny it and reached out to touch Si Yuan's cheek, but she turned her head away.

In an instant, he seemed to be completely enraged.

What is it about this face that he can't touch?

He even picked out her first bottle of skincare product and taught her how to use it!

"Si Yuan, so what if it doesn't matter? I'm not your brother, and you're not my sister. Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"

...

A moment of silence.

Like a bolt from the blue.

Si Yuan never imagined that these words would come out of Song Yan's mouth.

What's wrong with Song Yan?

She noticed that something was wrong with Song Yan.

Si Yuan took a half step back—not out of fear, but out of absurdity and shock at having his understanding of the world completely overturned.

"Song Yan, do you know what you're saying?"

Her voice was strained, tinged with disbelief and astonishment, "We used to be siblings, you reminded me of that time and time again!"

Song Yan suddenly closed in, trapping her in a small space, his eyes almost overflowing with obsession. "I said it myself, I regret it! Si Yuan, do you dare say you've never secretly hoped that I wasn't your brother?"

These words struck Si Yuan's heart like a heavy hammer.

She did indeed hope that, during the most innocent and naive years of her youth, she would have secretly wished that she didn't have the identity of "brother".

But that was the wish of the past.

Si Yuan pushed him away forcefully, her palm touching his burning body temperature, but she only felt nauseous. "Song Yan, be rational, you're like this..."

A hint of fear flashed in Si Yuan's eyes.

She looked like she was about to cry.

Song Yan's body stiffened for a moment, and the obsession in his eyes faded, replaced by a hint of panic.

His tone softened: "Don't cry, I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, please don't cry..."

Si Yuan didn't want to cry.

But Song Yan's appearance disgusted her even more.

She abruptly turned her head to avoid Song's outstretched hand.

"Song Yan, don't touch me."

Song Yan's hand froze in mid-air, and the panic on his face was instantly replaced by a stinging pain.

He looked at the undisguised rejection in Si Yuan's eyes, and it felt like he had been gouged out.

The moment his gaze lowered, Song Yan seemed to freeze completely.

He noticed that Si Yuan was wearing a ring on her middle finger.