Chapter 20

“Is this your brother? He’s so handsome.”

This was actually what my friend said the first time she met my brother.

It was my brother, not anyone else.

I didn’t expect Zhiyi to still remember those trivial plot points.

He Wei was unusually quiet, just staring at me without blinking, as if lost in thought.

Fu Ziyi came out at just the right moment, carrying the freshly heated dishes. “Alright, let’s eat.”

Zhiyi was a cheerful and lively girl. With her around, the atmosphere was much more vibrant.

Even though we hardly ever met, she didn’t seem distant at all.

When she asked Fu Ziyi for his name, she repeated it a few times, then suddenly turned her head, as if she’d discovered a new world, her eyes shining as she looked at me.

Her gaze made my heart skip a beat, afraid she might say something inappropriate.

But before she could say anything, her expression suddenly turned a bit panicked. “Xiao Yu, your nose is bleeding.”

I instinctively ran to the sink.

Fu Ziyi immediately followed me.

He pulled out a tissue and held it under my nose.

I couldn’t help but look up at him, a little worried he might notice something.

But the words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat, and I suddenly forgot what I was going to say.

I stared at him in a daze. Under the dazzling lights, his eyes looked like beautiful gemstones.

Suddenly, I realized that the number of times we’d see each other was already starting to count down.

Fu Ziyi was looking at me too.

His eyes seemed to hold back words, but what he said was still calm and simple. He said, “Lower your head.”

I obediently did as he said.

Time ticked by, and when I came out, the dishes on the table were already a bit cold.

Zhiyi squeezed into the doorway, looking at me with concern. “Is your illness not better yet?”

I smiled at her and told the second lie of the night. “It’s nothing, I’ve just been staying up too late recently.”

Zhiyi held my hand, her voice full of worry. “Alright, if I’d known, I would’ve brought you something to help replenish your blood.”

I was about to brush it off when He Wei suddenly spoke up coldly, “What illness?”

I replied perfunctorily, “It’s nothing, just a minor issue.”

He Wei thought for a moment and said, “We’re having a family health checkup in a few days. You should come with us.”

I refused, “I’m not going.”

He Wei frowned, displeased. “No, there’s a family history of illness. Do you even know what you looked like just now…”

“Enough. I know how to handle my own affairs,” I interrupted him, not wanting to continue the topic. “Let’s eat first, or the food will get cold.”

He Wei, annoyed, kicked the wall and said coldly, “Whatever.”