On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Bo Xingzhou turned to look at Bo Sibai, a lump in his throat, and managed to say with some difficulty, "Do you know what you're saying?"

Bo Sibai said earnestly, "She is our sister, she must be."

I've had this idea for a while now.

He felt a sense of warmth and inexplicable affection from the moment they met.

Her eyes are just like her aunt's.

She also knows traditional Chinese medicine.

She likes traditional Chinese style clothing.

So many similar details—the deep-seated kinship surging within him, an inextricable entanglement that profoundly touched his heart.

Those were hints from God, one after another.

He was too stubborn. He thought that seeing his "aunt's" corpse meant that his sister was also gone. He was trapped in a nightmare that he couldn't shake off, letting the quagmire of pain corrode him day by day.

He trapped himself; if it weren't for Yu'an's insistence, and if it weren't for this trip to Guzhou...

He will never know.

Even while he was still in his aunt's womb, he eagerly awaited the birth of his beloved little sister... who was still alive.

Thinking of this, a huge sense of fear washed over him, his heart stopped beating, his old injury on his left hand throbbed, and he staggered backward.

“Be careful…” Yu Jinzhao almost instinctively grabbed his arm, supporting him with her slender body.

Bo Sibai breathed heavily, his heart clenching with a sticky, aching pain. He gripped the girl's hand tightly, then released it gently. His voice was hoarse and barely audible, filled with caution and deep helplessness, "Did I hurt you, brother?"

Yu Jinzhao shook his head, his heart clenching, unsure of what to say.

Bo Sibai reached out with his other hand to touch her face, feeling her warmth, and realized he wasn't dreaming. His vision began to blur.

"I'm sorry, brother, I'm so sorry..."

If it weren't for that afternoon when he insisted on having his aunt come to pick him up and take him home...

Auntie won't get into a car accident, right...?

Perhaps Auntie had planned to fake her death all along, but could the car accident have just been an accident that accelerated her plan?

He could have seen his little sister in just two more months...

I closed my eyes, and it felt like the nightmare from that day was back.

A corpse, its face obscured by water, an embryo that had taken shape but died...

He knelt on the ground, watching the bloody scene, his world collapsed, and he would never be able to let it go for the rest of his life.

The aunt and sister fell into the water, while Bo Sibai drowned.

Until then, he would have the same nightmare every month on that day.

In my dream, there was a little girl covered in blood who kept calling for her brother. She said it hurt so much and she couldn't breathe.

She said the water was too cold and she wanted to go home.

She said, "Brother, why didn't you save me?"

Yu Jinzhao saw large tears falling from his eyes, dripping onto his hands as if burning a hole in his skin.

An indescribable emotion coursed through my body.

She recalled their first meeting; he stood on the second floor, quietly watching the lively scene, yet he appeared forlorn and lonely.

He holds a charity gala every year for his aunt and unborn sister.

He was such a gentle person, yet his eyes always carried an unspeakable sadness.

He cared deeply for his mother and her, which is why he hasn't been able to get over their deaths all these years.

"My mother's name is Thin Mist."

"She loves fruit, is allergic to peanuts, is gentle and considerate, and respects all my ideas. She is the best mother in the world."

"When she handed me the gold needles, she told me that I must learn how to use them."

“She told me that in the future someone would need me to help them with my golden needles, and she said that I must help them.”

Bo Sibai's left hand trembled, the pain piercing to the bone, until the girl's gentle hand covered it, soothing it with gentle caresses. She whispered clearly and firmly in his ear, "..."

“I didn’t understand my mother’s intentions back then, but I do now.”

"Mom, you want me to cure you."

"She no longer has a chance, but she still thinks about you. She's afraid you'll be in pain, and she's afraid that if she leaves, no one will be able to alleviate your suffering."

"She has never blamed you."

"She loves you very much."