Zhan Nanjue remained silent for a long while, then spoke to her, "I don't know."
Gong Shirao suddenly reached out and slapped him.
"Shirao, listen to me, I really don't know, at that time I..."
Gong Shirao directly pushed him out of the ward.
Zhan Nanjue wanted to say something more, but she threw the clothes she had washed for him back to him, then threw the pink shirt from the bedside at his face.
With a bang, she locked the door.
Zhan Nanjue knocked on the door for a long time outside; she leaned against the door, feeling her tears blur her vision.
'So it was you.'
'I had always wondered who was the one who made me sad, whose unclear figure appeared in my dreams but brought me so much pain?'
'I never thought it would be you.'
There was no more Zhan Nanjue. Nor was there the "little brother."
Her world suddenly had only her left.
