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Lin Yue looked around in confusion, her brows furrowed. The unfamiliar environment and the IV drip in her arm made her realize she was in a hospital. A splitting headache throbbed in her skull, her mouth tasted bitter, and her body ached as if it had been run over by a truck.
"Ugh..." she let out a painful groan.
Jiang Rou immediately leaned down, her delicate fingers gently brushing against Lin Yue's cheek, her face filled with surprise and concern. "You finally woke up, Lin Yue."
Lin Yue tried to sit up but found her wrist restrained by something on the bed. She struggled for a moment, then looked down in confusion. "What’s going on?"
"The doctor is worried about your emotional stability and that you might harm yourself," Lu Chen explained as he poured a cup of warm water and brought the straw to Lin Yue's lips. "Drink some water first."
Lin Yue obediently took a few sips, feeling her throat ease a little.
Jiang Rou quickly set to work loosening the restraints on her wrists, then picked up a tube of Vaseline from the bedside table and carefully applied it to Lin Yue's wrists, her eyes filled with concern. "Lin Yue, you scared us to death."
"When we found you at the beach that day, your hands were covered in blood, and you were unconscious on the sand." Jiang Rou's voice choked with emotion. "I almost thought... I almost lost you."
Tears streamed down her face, falling onto Lin Yue's hand like heavy raindrops.
Lin Yue closed her eyes as memories flooded back—family dinners, an unexpected marriage proposal, her escape, and then... Su Yao! She suddenly opened her eyes wide. "Where's my phone?"
Jiang Rou froze mid-motion. She exchanged a glance with Lu Chen.
Jiang Rou's expression shifted to one of tension as she spoke in a dry voice. "The doctor said you need to rest and advised against using electronic devices."
"Give me my phone." Lin Yue struggled to sit up but felt too weak.
Jiang Rou's gaze darkened instantly, her voice tinged with pleading and jealousy. "Lin Yue, do you really care about her that much?"
Tears welled up again in Jiang Rou's eyes. "We grew up together; we’ve always been inseparable." Her voice trembled so much it was barely audible. "I've always been by your side, taking care of you, loving you."
"And she is just an actress you met at the banquet." The way she said "actress" was laced with disdain, as if it were the most despicable profession in the world.
Lin Yue silently regarded Jiang Rou, feeling a surge of complex emotions within her. Jiang Rou wasn't wrong; she had always been there for her, pulling her from the depths of depression countless times. But what Su Yao brought into her life felt entirely different—it was hope, light, and the meaning of living.
Jiang Rou was usually articulate but now sobbed so hard that she could barely speak.
"Xiao Rou," Lin Yue softened her tone and gently took Jiang Rou's hand in hers. "You knew about my parents' plans all along, didn’t you? Why didn’t you tell me?"
Those words seemed to strike a nerve in Jiang Rou; tears poured from her eyes like beads from a broken string.
"Because I was scared, Lin Yue!" she sobbed, her voice fragmented. "I was afraid that if you found out, you wouldn’t come to America with me."
"You changed ever since you met Su Yao."
"Look at how you look at me now, how you speak to me—your attitude towards me... it’s all different."
"You no longer belong to me."
Seeing Jiang Rou becoming increasingly agitated, Lu Chen quickly stepped in to mediate. "Alright Xiao Rou, Lin Yue just woke up; let’s talk about this later."
Lin Yue watched as Jiang Rou cried uncontrollably, nearly unable to stand upright herself; it pained Lin Yue deeply. She stretched out her bandaged hand in an attempt to touch Jiang Rou's arm but couldn't reach her.
Lu Chen quickly took Jiang Rou's hand and placed it in Lin Yue's. Lin Yue gently pulled Jiang Rou to sit by the bed, raising her hand to wipe the tears from her face. Her tone softened, as if soothing a child, "Silly girl, why are you crying?"
She looked at Jiang Rou's swollen red eyes and sighed softly, "I have never changed my feelings for you; I will never leave you."
"You are my sister; we are family."
"Sister?" Jiang Rou suddenly looked up, her tears freezing in her eyes, disbelief filling her voice. "So you mean I'm just your sister? And that Su Yao is your lover?"
Lin Yue did not answer but did not shy away from Jiang Rou's gaze, looking directly into her tear-filled eyes. Some things did not need to be spoken; the answer was already clear.
Jiang Rou's voice suddenly turned calm, a disturbing calmness that was even more frightening than her earlier hysteria. "When did this start?" She stared into Lin Yue's eyes, filled with the pain of betrayal.
"Have you forgotten your promise? What does the ring on your middle finger mean?" She pressed on relentlessly. "Can she love you more than I do? Can she understand every thought and habit of yours like I do?" Her tone was aggressive.
"Will she be there by your side when you're unwell? When you cut your wrists with a knife, will she sit beside you all night, preventing you from touching anything sharp?" A barrage of questions left Lin Yue speechless because what Jiang Rou said was the truth.
In her darkest moments, it was always Jiang Rou who stood by her side.
Lu Chen watched this scene unfold, feeling both heartbroken and helpless. He wanted to intervene but feared it would only make Jiang Rou more agitated.
Jiang Rou's face turned pale as if all the blood had been drained from her body. She let out a cold laugh and unsteadily stood up. Lu Chen reached out to support her, but she forcefully shook him off.
She staggered toward the door, clearly wanting to escape this suffocating space. Her figure was slender and stubborn yet exuded despair and unwillingness.
As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and slowly turned around. Her eyes flickered with both despair and determination, sending chills down one’s spine. "Lin Yue, do you really think Su Yao is waiting for you?"
Lin Yue frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Jiang Rou forced a cold smile and pulled out her phone from her pocket, unsteadily walking back to the bed and showing Lin Yue a photo. "This was taken yesterday; Zhang Zihao went to Su Yao's apartment." Her tone was icy. "It’s said he didn’t come out all night."
Lin Yue took the phone and glanced at it, feeling a chill rise from her feet and gradually spread throughout her body. In the photo, Su Yao and Zhang Zihao were indeed standing in front of an apartment door. The image of them looking too intimate starkly contrasted with Su Yao’s soft whisper in her ear: "I hope you don’t do anything naughty," a painful irony.
"Xiao Rou, did you send someone to follow her?" Lin Yue raised her head to question, her voice as cold as ice.
She threw the phone back to Jiang Rou, unwilling to look at it any longer.
Lu Chen furrowed his brows nearby, clearly skeptical about the photo's authenticity.
Jiang Rou took back the phone with a sigh, her expression filled with concern for Lin Yue. "Lin Yue, she's an actress."
"Isn't performing what they do best?"
Her voice softened again, as if comforting a wounded child. "I just want you to see her true colors; I don't want you to be deceived."
Lin Yue closed her eyes, not wanting to hear more. She needed time to think. The photo was real, but she didn't believe there was anything between Zhang Zihao and Su Yao. She needed to ask Su Yao directly, rather than jumping to conclusions based on a single photo.
"Xiao Rou, Brother Chen, I'm tired. I want to rest," Lin Yue said wearily in a low voice.
She truly did not want to continue this conversation, nor did she want to see Jiang Rou accusing Su Yao with a victim's demeanor.
Lu Chen nodded knowingly and gently pulled the curtains closed.
Jiang Rou leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Lin Yue's forehead. "Rest well, Lin Yue."
"No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side," Jiang Rou resumed her sweet tone.
"Brother Chen, could you wait a moment?" Just as Jiang Rou and Lu Chen were about to leave, Lin Yue suddenly called out to Lu Chen.
Jiang Rou's eyes flickered slightly, but she said nothing more. She simply glanced at Lin Yue before discreetly stepping out of the room.
As soon as she left the ward, she quickly dialed a number. "Zhang Zihao, can you bring Su Yao to America?"
Whatever was said on the other end made Jiang Rou smile coldly. "Good, remember to do as I instructed."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Rou leaned against the white wall.
She loved Lin Yue so much that she was willing to go to any lengths to keep her by her side, even if it meant deception and harm.
"I'm sorry, Lin Yue," she murmured softly against the wall, her voice filled with a sickly obsession. "I really can't lose you."
Back in the ward, Lu Chen returned to Lin Yue's bedside. "What's wrong, Lin Yue?"
"Brother Chen, can you get my phone back?" Lin Yue asked urgently. "I want to contact Su Yao."
"Your phone is with Xiao Rou; I'll discuss it with her." Lu Chen sat down on the chair beside the bed and lowered his voice. "Just now, Xiao Rou didn't tell you that I've been in touch with Su Yao these past few days; she knows about your situation."
Lin Yue instantly tensed up. "What did she say? Is she okay?"
She completely disregarded her weak body and anxiously tried to sit up from the bed.
Lu Chen quickly pressed her back down. "Don't get too excited; Su Yao is very worried about you. She wants to come to America to see you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yue nearly jumped out of bed, an inexplicable hope igniting within her heart.
"Brother Chen," she looked directly into Lu Chen's eyes, "the photo Xiao Rou showed me—do you think it's real?"
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