Chapter 3 — Going Through Mistakes To Stay Together

He laughed coldly: "Knowing that I wasn't the biological child of the Van family, when I was kicked out of the house, what did you do? You smiled, smiled brightly. While I was still worried that you would fight for me despite everything. Do you know, that very moment made me feel that everything I did for you all these years... was a joke!" He shouted! I was startled and whispered: "Yes, you are so good to me... how can you smile?"

"But what do you rely on to not laugh? Why can't you laugh?"

I stood up, looked straight into his eyes, step by step closer: "Because I love you! It's because I love you that I'm going crazy!" In his stunned eyes, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Cool lips, with a hint of sweet coconut scent.

“You are my sister!” He pushed me away, his fingers shaking.

I laughed, wiping tears from the corners of my eyes: "But now... it's not like that anymore." 4. My brother took me to see a very famous local psychiatrist. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed doctor gave me a few multiple choice sheets, I randomly circled a few answers, occasionally answering the questions he asked. His Chinese was so poor that I couldn't help but laugh. When he saw the diagnosis results, my brother was stunned, his voice filled with disbelief: "She's always smiling, how could it be depression?" He felt both pain and self-blame, his whole body felt like it was about to burst.

"Tieu, your sister looks optimistic and cheerful on the outside, but in reality her depression is very serious. If we don't intervene promptly, I'm worried she will hurt herself."

“So what should I do?”

"There's a saying in China: It's better to be stuck than open. The girl got sick because she suppressed her emotions for too long. As long as she can release all those suppressed emotions, her condition will gradually change for the better."

In the evening, my brother leaned against the balcony railing, quietly smoking. I walked over and hugged him from behind.

“Honey, be my boyfriend!”

His body stiffened for a moment. “What nonsense are you talking about!”

“I'm not talking nonsense!”

The warm night wind gently wrapped around the two of us. Smelling the familiar smell of cigarettes on him, my heart gradually calmed down. From childhood to adulthood, my parents never paid attention to me. The only person who takes care of me and worries about me is you. You are the person I love the most in this world.

“Brother, not being related by blood… is really too good.”

That way I can marry you and be with you forever. I curled my lips and smiled, deliberately ignoring the soft sigh that sounded on the top of my head.

“Dieu Dieu, you're still young. You just mistook dependence for your brother for love.”

Is that so? I slightly lowered my eyes. Maybe I should know more people, to prove it to you. In the days that followed, every day I was escorted by him to see that blonde-haired, blue-eyed doctor. At first I was extremely resistant, but gradually I got used to it, and even carefully made myself beautiful before leaving.

“Brother, hurry up, Louis must be waiting impatiently!”

After I urged him for the fifth time, my brother suddenly braked and the car stopped on the side of the road. According to inertia, my upper body leaned forward strongly, luckily I always had the habit of wearing a seat belt. I glared at him angrily, but that look didn't create any pressure Older brother.

“It seems like you really like Louis?” He looked at me, his eyes filled with deep scrutiny.

“Like it!” I frankly admit.

His face immediately darkened.

“What's wrong?” I pretended to be innocent, my white fingers danced in front of him, and began to count each of Louis's advantages. "He's tall and handsome, has an interesting sense of humour, listens to me patiently, and even buys me beautiful flowers. Sometimes he can even turn a lollipop out of his pocket!"

"Eh? Aren't you going to see Louis today?"

He turned the car around, his voice cold as ice: "He's busy today."

“So what about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is also busy!”

“What about the day after tomorrow?”

... My brother said my illness was cured and I didn't need to see a psychologist anymore. I have some regrets. He seems to have returned to his busy appearance as before, only he is no longer the CEO. I lay back on the sofa, muttering nonstop: "I've never been to the Sahara, never been to Iceland. I want to find a small road hidden behind the vineyard under the bright sun of Tuscany, I want to go out to the Atlantic Ocean to chase blue whales... Heaven and earth are so big, honey, come with me!" I said while kicking my legs wildly. My brother didn't raise his head: "Not available."

“Why aren't you free!” I jumped off the sofa, jumped up and clung to his back. “What are you busy with?”

His long fingers tapped on the keyboard, the screen light reflected in his deep black eyes.

“Busy making money.”

Separating from the Van family, although his parents only gave him fifty million, the shares and investment funds he had accumulated over the years were enough for him to be comfortable for the rest of his life. I was a bit surprised: "Don't have enough money to spend?" But we have to try so hard. He looked at me, his eyes carrying a deep meaning: "You must try to earn money to support your sister, otherwise whoever holds the lollipop can take you away."

“……”

He and I returned to living together like before. I find that very good. As long as I can be with you forever, whether it's love or friendship, there's no difference. Just when I was still immersed in that peace and forgetfulness, a phone call from my mother broke everything.