The scene turned chaotic!

  Even I was too shocked to react!

  My father immediately went forward to break up the fight. Su Qi pushed Dongyu away and said angrily, “Yin Dongyu, calm down!”


  However, Dongyu grabbed his collar with both hands and glared at him. He roared, “I warned you! I warned you!”


  “Su Qi!” I covered my ears and screamed, “Stop fighting!”


  Startled, everyone turned to look at me.

  I stood there unsteadily as I said weakly, “It’s not him…”


  “What?” Dongyu looked confused.

  Su Qi furrowed his brow, but before he could stop me, I repeated feebly, “It’s not him. It’s really not him… so stop fighting, stop fighting…”


  Han Xiao couldn’t stand it anymore. She came over and hugged me, pleading, “Uncle, Auntie, I know I don’t have the right to say anything! This is your family matter, however Xiachun knows that she’s made a mistake! But what does she know?! How much care have you shown her? She made an unintentional mistake and all you do is hit and scold her. Does anyone really care about her?”


  Han Xiao burst into tears and said, “Xiachun has already paid the price for doing something wrong! Isn’t that enough? Isn’t that enough?! Are you guys heartbroken because of her or because of your own pride?!”


  I bit my lip hard to keep my tears from falling.

  Because whenever I made mistakes in the past, and if I cried, my mother would angrily rebuke me, saying that I had the cheek to cry when I did something wrong.

  I was too ashamed to cry, so I tried not to cry.

  I didn’t want to make them angrier than they already were.

  Not at all.

  I have no recollection of how the farce that followed ended. All I knew was that my parents insisted on returning Su Qi the money for the medical bills, then they went home, leaving Dongyu and Su Qi to take care of me.

  I don’t know how Dongyu felt at that time as he watched over me by my bedside, or what his opinion of me was.

  All I knew was that when I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, he was lying beside me, holding me tightly. Even in his sleep, he was unconsciously holding me, as if he wanted to give me the greatest sense of security possible.

  I looked at his face. His eyes were closed. His divine face was still, although there was a slight frown between his brows that even his sleep didn’t seem to soothe.

  I wanted to hold him tightly too, but every time my hand reached towards him, it would freeze in mid-air and I would resentfully withdraw it.

  I must not embrace him.

  If I didn’t get close, I would not have any strange ideas.

  If I did not go near it, my heart would not stir.

  We could never be like before again, back in our old home. I would hold him, pinch his nose from time to time, ravage his hair, then lean into him and listen to the stories he told.

  But now, we could never do that again.

  After I was discharged from the hospital, my father made an application with the school. He told them that I was unwell and had to stop school.

  So I rested at home, locked in my room alone, ate very little, occasionally read some books and wrote in my journal.

  Every time Dongyu returned home from school, he would come to my room and sit by my side, silently accompanying me.

  He didn’t say much, and I didn’t talk to him much either. I just held on to the drawing board and casually drew and painted on it.

  Sometimes he would come over and wrap his arms around my shoulders and say something to me that I didn’t seem to hear anymore.

  At that time, this unforeseen event practically left me devastated.