Zhibao ate very little for dinner. Halfway through his meal, he couldn't eat anymore. He ran to the bathroom and vomited everything he had just eaten.

Shang Dechang nervously wanted to call the family doctor, but Zhibao held his hand to stop him: "Dad, I'm fine, I just caught a cold. I'll be fine after tonight."

"Then you go upstairs and have a rest! I'll ask Mother Wu to cook millet porridge for you later."

Zhibao left the restaurant as if he was running away.

Han Zhibao, who fled back to the room, immediately rushed to the bathroom and started vomiting again. She had already vomited all the contents in her stomach. Now all she vomited was water, tears, and snot also flowed out from her nose. She looked at herself in the mirror, looking embarrassed.

A voice sounded: You can't destroy Xinhe's happiness. She is your sister, so gentle, so kind, so... in love with Feng Zai, how can you bear to ruin her happiness. Han Zhibao, leave! This is your only one now

choose.

The pain in her heart and body tortured Han Zhibao, making her miserable. Her soft body slowly fell along the smooth wall to the cold ground.

That night, Xinhe and Fengzai slept in the guest room. Xia Yinglin originally asked Wu's mother to prepare a guest room for Zhibao, but Xinhe insisted that Zhibao sleep in her room, while she and Fengzai slept in the guest room.

Xinhe walked out of the bathtub after taking a bath. When she saw Feng Zai lying on the bed with his eyes closed, she thought he was asleep, so she silently walked to him and squatted down to touch Feng Zai's face.

From the moment Xinhe saw Han Zhibao, her heart has been uneasy, and the past replayed in her mind over and over again like movie scenes. Han Zhibao worked in Feng Zai Ge's wine shop; Han Zhibao sat on Feng Zai Ge's motorcycle

; Brother Feng Zai gave her brother a hard lesson for Han Zhibao. She didn't want to think about that kind of relationship between them, but her intuition told her that Brother Feng Zai and Han Zhibao had an unusual relationship.

Today, she also paid careful attention to the expressions of Han Zhibao and Feng Zaige. Are they hiding it too well? Or is this just her random imagination?

"Brother Feng Zai, you married me because you really like me, right?" Xin He murmured softly, and moved a pair of small hands from Feng Zai's face, holding Feng Zai's incomplete left hand, and held it tightly

"If you didn't like me, you wouldn't have lost two fingers to save me; if you didn't like me, you wouldn't have almost lost your life because of my brother. Brother Feng Zai, I know you do."

My, I know you married me because you liked me..." Xin He said, burying her head in Feng Zai's arms and lying half of her body on the bed.

Feng Zai didn't fall asleep at all. He pretended to be asleep because he didn't know how to face Xin He. But he didn't expect that Xin He would say these words to him, which made his heart swallowed up by guilt and self-blame again.

He, I do like you, but... But that kind of love is not between a man and a woman, you know? Xin He, I'm sorry! Feng Zai slowly opened his eyes and gently touched Xin He's thin shoulders.

Xin He's pure and beautiful little face is so close, it makes people love and cherish her. But this is related to love, it is the brother's love and care for his sister.

Feng Zai quietly got up and carried Xinhe to the bed, covered her with a quilt and carefully opened the door.

The night was deep. There was only dim light from the dim wall lamp in the corridor, elongating Feng Zai's figure. He stood in front of Zhibao's door, quietly for a long time. Baoer just got up and drank some water. She

Have you taken your medicine? You should take your cold medicine every few hours. Did you take it on time? What did you do when you got up again just after you lay down? Zhibao, what's wrong with you? Feng Zai's heart was clutching at Zhibao's heart.

Inside the door, Han Zhibao walked out of the bathroom. Why did he vomit again? Can't he drink some water? Why do he keep vomiting? Zhibao thought irritably, is every girl pregnant like this?

Back in bed, Zhibao couldn't sleep anymore. She leaned on the pillow and looked at the starry sky outside. The sky was finally clear. The stars in the sky reflected the room so brightly. Zhibao's heart trembled slightly, inexplicably.

Yes, she turned to look at the door. Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. She couldn't help but get out of bed, stepped on the fluffy carpet with bare feet, walked behind the door like a ghost, and gently raised her hand to cover the door.

On the bed, tears fell down.

The wind is right outside the door, she knows.

There seemed to be a mysterious force guiding the wind as he slowly raised his hand and placed it on the door.

The night is deep and quiet.

Although they are separated by a door, they can still hear each other's heartbeats beating harder because of each other's heartbeat; although they are separated by a door, they can still feel the warmth of each other's hands; although they are separated by a door
Chapter completed!