Song Haoran and Gong Lixin returned to Gong family's household. When they saw no one in the living room, they went directly to Gong Xiangyi's room to visit. But when they entered, they saw Gong Xiangyi sitting on the edge of the bed, buried in Gong Yuanhang's arms. She was crying very bitter tears, obviously sad.
Gong Yuanhang wanted to make his daughter feel better but felt quite helpless as he didn't know where to start comforting her. In the afternoon, his daughter was still fine. She then suddenly fainted because of low blood sugar. When she woke up, she became like this. She said nothing this whole time and, at the first sight of Gong Yuanhang, she broke down in tears, crying her heart out.
He kept stoking his daughter's back. He looked at the man standing on the other end with the same worried face and inquired with his eyes: Did Wenbo do something to make his daughter upset?
Lin Wenbo frowned and shook his head towards Gong Yuanhang, saying that he didn't know the reason either.
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"What's the matter?" Song Haoran asked over Gong Lixin's shoulder as they entered the room quietly. Gong Lixin squinted his eyes and looked at this father and daughter who were holding onto each other. His heart was a little nervous but there was more joy. These two were his father and sister, his relatives.
"Father is well, Lin Big Brother is well." In the face of an irritated Xiao Lin, there were a number of rituals the youth remembered by heart. He took the initiative to say hello and went up two steps, going up to the bed, and spoke with concern: "What happened to my sister?"
"I don't know." Gong Yuanhang was stunned at seeing his son's rare closeness. After the initial surprise, he wanted to be happy but it was not the appropriate time to do so as his daughter was crying once again.
Lin Wenbo looked at the young man who suddenly became clever and sensible and approached his friend. If he wasn't seeing it wrong, his friend looked quite friendly with Gong Lixin. When had they become so close? One should know that his friend would never interact with Gong Lixin and his attitude towards the other was always cold.
Hearing Gong Lixin's voice, Gong Xiangyi, who had been crying for an hour, stopped and suddenly looked up at Gong Lixin. She called out, "Gong Lixin?"
"I'm here. What happened to sister?" Gong Lixin responded, taking two steps back, raising his heart's defense. Although Gong Xiangyi's eyes were red and swollen, tears blurring her make-up and making her expression inconspicuous, the cold light that flashed on her face was still caught by the sharp-minded young master.
That's the cold light of resentment! The youth bit his lips and silently thought, searching his memories of the two siblings in his mind, trying to find the origin of this hate. In his memory, Gong Xiangyi had always been caring towards Gong Lixin. Even if Gong Lixin didn't accept the kindness, she didn't really take it to mind. She only treated it as his being a rebellious child. She was very tolerant and never mentioned his hatred for her.
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