Ming Zheng seemed to know exactly where to twist the knife to inflict the most pain. With a smile, she continued, "I was thinking, that night you got drunk, you cried so sadly, constantly questioning your own abilities, and constantly emphasizing your dreams."
"And because of the song I wrote, it gave Brother a chance to pursue his dreams."
"I thought, we're family after all, and I was originally going to give it to you, but since it couldn't be delivered by my hand, that's fine too."
"But..."
Ming Zheng's smile gradually faded.
Her lazy, dark eyes, as clear and cold as ice, pierced into Ming Huai Zhi's heart: "You, none of you, deserve anything I give."
"So, I don't want to give it anymore."
It wasn't just her gaze, which was exceptionally cold.
Even her voice and tone were chilling enough to make one tremble.
Ming Huai Zhi felt like a man sentenced to death, his whole body ice-cold. He collapsed to his knees, utterly weak.
The pain in his heart was almost consuming him.
"Ming Zheng... I'm sorry..."
Tears slid down from the corners of his eyes. His pale face was etched with pain and regret. His hoarse, tear-choked voice cried out Ming Zheng's name again and again. He even reached out, trying to grab the hem of Ming Zheng's skirt: "I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry, Ming Zheng, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong... Please, give me a chance, let me compensate you..."
His younger sister, whom he had always disdained, had her heart and eyes set solely on him. But what had he done? That night, although he was drunk and groggy, he clearly remembered seeing... Ming Zheng was the one who helped him to his room. Ming Zheng was the one taking care of him. He remembered. After he had vomited profusely. His consciousness cleared slightly. In his daze, he saw Ming Zheng gently and patiently cleaning up his vomit and then cleaning him up as well. He also heard a voice, different from Ming Zhi Rou's sweet and gentle tone, a voice that could easily calm the body and mind, like a Buddhist chant. That voice continuously comforted him, coaxing him. And by his ear, it softly hummed a song he had never heard before, yet one that was exceptionally warm. It healed his heart, which had been battered and broken by the entertainment industry. It made him forget those unpleasantries. He fell asleep in a state of peace and warmth. And then? When he opened his eyes, the person sitting by his bed was Ming Zhi Rou. He felt a flicker of doubt. But when Ming Zhi Rou playfully chided him for drinking so much and softly spoke of the hardship of taking care of him all night, he pushed that suspicion deep into his heart and chose to believe Ming Zhi Rou. Especially after that. When Ming Zhi Rou produced the manuscript for "Qing" and even gave it to him unconditionally, attributing it to his name... The lyrics and arrangement of that song were identical to the gentle singing he had heard that drunken night. Thus, that flicker of doubt completely vanished. He had fully believed... that Ming Zhi Rou had taken care of him all night. But he had clearly seen Ming Zheng's face in his daze! The voice he had heard in his daze was completely different from Ming Zhi Rou's! But why had he steadfastly chosen to believe Ming Zhi Rou? Why had he deliberately ignored his own sister? It was all his fault... Ming Huai Zhi's tearful anguish, however, couldn't stir the slightest ripple in the girl's eyes. Ming Zheng's eyes were lazily elegant, her dark, bright pupils swirling with the cold light of midnight stars. Her expression was calm and undisturbed. "When I first returned to the Ming family, I truly yearned for your love." "But now, I don't need it anymore." "I have... no longer need you." With that, Ming Zheng turned and left. Fu Zheng Nan glanced at Ming Zheng's retreating back, then at Ming Huai Zhi kneeling on the ground. He sighed and quickly followed Ming Zheng. "Ming Zheng... Ming Zheng!" Ming Huai Zhi watched Ming Zheng's resolute departure, his voice hoarse as he called her name, crawling towards her. But after crawling two steps. His vision went black, and he slumped to the ground, completely losing consciousness. Yet, tears still continued to roll down his face. "Top streamer Ming has fainted!" "Quick! Call an ambulance!" Those backstage immediately exclaimed. They all screamed and rushed forward. But the person who had already turned away still didn't look back at him. Amidst the chaos, no one noticed. While everyone else, after witnessing Ming Huai Zhi kneeling to Ming Zheng, was engrossed in the spectacle, a small figure was sneaking backstage, turning on her camera, and recording the scene before her... - Fu Zheng Nan followed behind Ming Zheng, the oppressive atmosphere in the air still lingering. He hesitated whether to speak. It was Ming Zheng who spoke first, "What? Do you think I'm too cruel?" "No," Fu Zheng Nan shook his head. "Master Zheng Yu acting this way must have her reasons." Ming Zheng let out a light scoff. Having spent over three years with the Ming family in her past life, she was well aware of each of their flaws. She also knew how to draw out the deepest guilt from Ming Huai Zhi's heart. Moreover, after discovering that the kind-hearted little fairy she had always believed her to be had been deceiving her from beginning to end. After realizing she had been played like a fool, manipulated at every turn. Would he still be ensnared in the "deep sibling affection web" woven by Ming Zhi Rou? - Hospital. When Ming Huai Zhi opened his eyes, his vision was met with a blinding white. His eyes felt extremely sore, and his throat was parched. The moment he moved. His body felt incredibly weak. And he felt uncomfortable all over. He frowned, opened his mouth, but his throat was so painful he couldn't make a sound. "Second Brother!" A sweet voice reached his ears. Ming Zhi Rou's small face, filled with worry and concern, appeared before his eyes. After making eye contact with Ming Huai Zhi. Her eyes turned red, and she burst into tears excitedly, "Second Brother, you're finally awake, you scared me to death,呜呜呜..." She threw herself onto Ming Huai Zhi, gripping his hands. Ming Huai Zhi, already weak and uncomfortable. Was crushed by her embrace as if a thousand-pound boulder had landed on his chest. He coughed violently. With each cough. His internal organs were pulled, causing waves of stabbing pain. Ming Zhi Rou, startled, quickly straightened up, but her hands still held his, and her crying became even softer and louder. "Second Brother, are you okay? Second Brother... what happened to you?" Ming Huai Zhi coughed for a while before finally stopping. His face turned even paler. The physical pain and weakness made him close his eyes again in agony. But the incessant chatter in his ears, the frantic crying for him, made him feel... as if he were dead now. Being mourned over.