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"……what?"

These words sounded rather strange, and Xie Zhaoyuan didn't understand what he meant.

He leaned down slightly, tracing Xie Zhaoyuan's face with a gaze full of affection.

"Xiao Song, I'm not crazy or a pervert. When I realized I liked you, I already knew you weren't my biological sister."

"I knew about your background earlier than anyone else."

"...When exactly do you mean by 'early'?" Xie Zhaoyuan frowned, vaguely sensing that Qin Wushuang seemed to be hiding something important.

Qin Wushuang raised her hand and rubbed her face with the back of her hand: "When I said 'early,' I meant when you were still in swaddling clothes."

"Huh?" Xie Zhaoyuan was stunned. "Qin Wushuang, what do you mean?"

"..." Qin Wushuang did not answer, but just kept forcing a bitter smile.

Xie Zhaoyuan stared at him with a mixture of confusion and anxiety, a sudden feeling of unease creeping into her heart.

"What are you laughing at?" she said irritably. "Now that things have come to this, is there any need for you to keep me in suspense?"

"I didn't mean to keep you in suspense." Qin Wushuang sat down on the edge of the bed, her gaze towards Xie Zhaoyuan gradually filled with more conflict and guilt. "Xiaosong, I just haven't figured out how to tell you this yet."

"What are you thinking about?" Xie Zhaoyuan's unease grew with each frame, and her tone became somewhat impatient. "Just say what you have to say. Do you want to think about how to phrase it?"

“…Alright.” Qin Wushuang took a deep breath, convinced by Xie Zhaoyuan’s words. “Now that things have come to this, hesitation won’t do any good. Since I’ve already kidnapped you, I should tell you the truth about what happened back then.”

"Speak quickly!" Xie Zhaoyuan had little patience for his rambling.

He let out a deep sigh, his gaze somewhat unfocused: "Twenty-five years ago, you were born in a hospital in Xuning Township, Jingcheng City. I was six years old at the time."

Six-year-old Qin Wushuang was a proud and stubborn little brat. Before Ding Fenglian became pregnant with her second child, he was the only son of the Qin family, and all the love and affection of the Qin family was focused on him.

He was the center of attention from a young age, the object of everyone's affection. He got whatever he wanted, and everyone in the family spoiled him.

Until Ding Fenglian became pregnant with her second child.

He didn't know if Ding Fenglian was carrying a younger brother or sister; he only knew that his affection and attention seemed to have been taken away by this little one.

He was no longer the only son of the Qin family, nor was he the focus of everyone's attention.

The parents cared a lot about the baby in the womb and would talk to it through the belly every day; the older siblings were also very interested in this unborn child, and every time they saw him, they would ask him if he wanted a younger brother or sister.

He wanted to say that he didn't want either of them, and only that his parents would always only have him as their child, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

He could only stand silently to the side, watching everyone talk to the child through their bellies, watching everyone take out toys and clothes they had bought for the child from their bags.

That child hasn't even been born yet, and has already received so many gifts. Six-year-old Qin Wushuang simply couldn't imagine how many times more gifts she would receive after the child was born.

These gifts were originally meant for Qin Wushuang. Qin Wushuang resented having her affection shared, so she disliked the impending child from the bottom of her heart.

At that time, however, his feelings for the child were merely dislike.

In Xuning Township, there is a particularly famous temple called Pinghu Temple, which enshrines a Guanyin statue that is said to be especially efficacious.

On the third day of the third lunar month that year, Pinghu Temple held a large-scale temple fair for praying for blessings.

Ding Fenglian went there after hearing about it.

At that time, she was already more than eight months pregnant, which was not a good time for her to go to crowded places. But she had been having a lot of bad luck during that period, not only losing money but also nearly falling down the stairs several times. She was so tormented that she couldn't help but think about ghosts and spirits.

Later, upon hearing that Pinghu Temple was going to hold a temple fair, she decisively asked Qin Feihong to take her and Qin Wushuang there.

The family of three stayed in Xuning Township for three days. The first two days went smoothly, but on the last day, when they were about to leave, Ding Fenglian's water suddenly broke.

Xu Ning Township is more than 200 kilometers away from Yuncheng. Qin Feihong didn't have time to send her back to Yuncheng, so he could only let her live in Xu Ning Township.

Fortunately, all was well and Ding Fenglian gave birth to a baby girl safely.

Qin Feihong had been pestering Ding Fenglian for a second child, wanting a daughter. Now that his wish had come true, he was overjoyed. He kept making calls to his relatives to share the good news.

Everyone in the Qin family was very happy, except for Qin Wushuang, who couldn't smile as she looked at the baby girl in the swaddling clothes.

The baby girl was premature and a little thin at birth. Qin Feihong only glanced at her a few times before the nurses took her into the nursery.

Township hospitals in those days were quite chaotic, and there was a severe shortage of medical staff. There were only three nurses in the large nursery.

When Qin Wushuang arrived at the nursery, there was only one nurse inside. The nurse was holding a baby and smiled at him when she saw him.

"Little friend, you can't just come in here. Go find your mom and dad right away."

Qin Wushuang clenched her hands into small fists, put on a stern face, and said, "I've come to see my sister."

"Ah...you've come to see your sister." The nurse was in a hurry to leave, and she was slightly relieved to hear Qin Wushuang's explanation. Before leaving, she only asked him one question, "Do you know where your sister is?"

Qin Wushuang: "I can read, I can find where she is."

Nurse: "Then you can only look at her from a distance. She's still young, so you can't touch her."

"..." Qin Wushuang remained silent.

The nurse had already left the nursery and didn't notice whether he had answered or not.

He found his sister by her bed number and name.

The baby girl, no bigger than his arm, was fast asleep in her swaddling clothes, looking both pitiful and adorable.

Qin Wushuang stared at her expressionlessly, with only one thought in his mind—

I don't want you to be my sister. As long as you're not my sister, you won't take away my love and toys.

You can't be my sister, you can't come home with me...

Thinking this, he unconsciously reached out and picked up the baby girl from the crib, placing her on the empty bed next to him.

Then they took the unfamiliar baby girl from the other bed and placed her in the crib with the words "Ding Fenglian" written on it.

“You’re not my biological sister, so you won’t take my toys.” He looked at the child on the bed and smiled with great satisfaction.

Six-year-old Qin Wushuang was unaware of the consequences of his actions; all he knew was that he couldn't let his younger sister go home with him.