THE FAKE HEIRESS AND HER FIVE VILLAINOUS BROTHERS

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To outsiders, Yuan Chan suddenly seemed to have become sensible, taking on the appearance of an heir. He abandoned his favorite weapons project and remained at home, dedicated to managing the Yuan family's business.

When he handled things well enough, his father Yuan Jianghai would allow him to take his sister out for walks.

Due to carrying multiple disease-causing genes, Yuan Meixi would repeatedly fall ill, then undergo Yuan Jianghai's latest treatment regimen, recover, only to fall ill again in an endless cycle.

This caused her to become thin and frail like withered grass. When Yuan Chan held her, he did so with great care, afraid that any larger movement would cause her pain.

In the laboratory, Yuan Meixi's mental state would deteriorate. She saw many horrific visions, letting out shrill screams and crying, begging for it to end.

At such times, Yuan Jianghai would gently tell her: "Think of your brother. If you don't persevere, he too will experience the same suffering as you."

"Just a few more trials, and the new drug will be developed."

"These disease-causing genes are your value. Your suffering means others won't have to suffer. You've already saved many lives, now save your brother too."

So, each time, Yuan Meixi persevered.

When Yuan Chan took her out for walks, Yuan Meixi's mental state would improve somewhat. She loved all kinds of flowers and plants, and Yuan Chan would pluck many to put in her hands. She enjoyed seeing different scenery, and Yuan Chan varied their walking routes.

But, just like those plucked flowers wilting in the laboratory, she was rapidly withering away.

The next time Yuan Chan visited, she showed hardly any reaction, like a broken wind-up doll, her eyes vacant and devoid of emotion, neither sad nor joyful, just numbly existing.

She had done nothing wrong, yet had to endure so much suffering.

Yuan Chan's heart ached as he held her close.

Miraculously, Yuan Meixi's gaze cleared a little, and she said, "I want to die. Kill me."

Yuan Chan trembled.

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Nestled in Yuan Chan's embrace, Yuan Meixi said, "Brother, I can't leave this place anymore. After I die, take that bundle of osmanthus flowers by the window and leave."

Yuan Chan choked up, "I can't do that."

With a weak smile, Yuan Meixi said, "It's okay. Life will return to the ones you love in another form. This time, I want to be born as a healthy child."

Yuan Chan was already sobbing uncontrollably, overwhelmed by a profound sense of helplessness that left him breathless.

He held his frail sister, watching as the once lively young life, like a candle in a storm, flickered and went out.

Her heart would never beat again.

At the funeral, Yuan Chan wore an osmanthus blossom on his chest, and placed many candies in his sister's coffin.

He hoped that the next time she came to this world, she could live a sweet life.

Yuan Jianghai softly recited a eulogy: "She was an obedient and well-behaved daughter with an indomitable spirit. Because of her, many new drugs were born, and many sick children were cured. Now, let us observe three minutes of silence for her."