Brother! This is the adoption certificate. I don't want your sister-in-law!

Su Wan Ning stared at the person on the ground who had wrapped himself up like a caterpillar, with only one thought in her mind.

How can a person be so shameless?

"shameless."

She cursed, then pulled the blanket over her head, turned over to face the wall, and ignored him.

The quilt was thick and covered her completely, but she could still hear him turning over on the mat.

The mat rustled on the floor; he was probably adjusting the pillows, and it took him a while to quiet down.

Even she herself didn't want to admit it. Although she complained about him to the point of being disgusted, when she knew he was lying on the floor below the bed, the tension in her heart suddenly eased.

The terrifying darkness seemed to be completely suppressed when he lay down on the ground.

Su Xiao lay on the hard mat, her hands supporting her head, her eyes fixed on the gray-white ceiling above her.

The streetlights outside the window cast a thin golden line on the ceiling through the gaps in the curtains.

His voice suddenly became very soft, losing its usual playful tone.

"Little sister, you are the closest person to me in this world. We must live well and make the most of our lives."

Su Wan Ning was stunned for a moment under the covers.

After a long while, she finally spoke in a muffled voice: "Why are you saying all this?"

"It's nothing."

Su Xiao's voice came from under the bed, "I just wanted to tell you that I, Su Xiao, swear to God that from now on, I will never let you be alone and miserable."

The air inside the blanket suddenly became very hot.

Su Wan Ning opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and her vision blurred.

She hurriedly and frantically tried to wipe it with the back of her hand, but after wiping the left and right sides, they got wet again.

She pulled the blanket down a little to let in some cold air, then took a deep breath, using all her strength to make her voice sound as cold as ever.

"nerve."

Su Xiao smiled and didn't say anything more.

The room fell silent, so quiet that she could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind outside the window, the sound of water flushing the toilet in the next building, and her own heartbeat.

Su Xiao thought she was asleep and was about to close her eyes.

A muffled, very faint sound suddenly came from under the covers.

"Aren't you cold sleeping on the bottom?"

Su Xiao's eyes snapped open in the darkness.

Plans are in place!

He almost bounced off the mat.

"It's so cold, I'm freezing! The floor is hard and cold, and the blankets aren't thick enough. My legs are numb with cold..."

There was a long silence on the other side of the blanket.

So long that Su Xiao began to doubt whether she was really just asking casually.

Then a very soft voice, as if it had been squeezed out after a tremendous internal struggle, drifted out from under the covers.

"Then...then you can come up and sleep here."

Su Xiao's eyebrows suddenly twitched.

Tonight it is.

The sibling relationship is fully restored, and the Cold War is completely over, tonight!

He immediately sprang up from the ground, threw his pillow onto the bed, pulled the blanket up, and leaped onto the bed like a nimble cat.

Su Wan Ning wrapped herself in the blanket and shrank to the other side of the bed, curling up into a small ball with her back to him, only revealing the back of her head and a small section of her reddened ear tips.

Su Wan Ning's bed wasn't big, and it felt a bit cramped for two people to lie down in.

Su Xiao wrapped herself up, lay down straight, crossed her arms over her chest, stared at the ceiling, and began to chatter incessantly: "Little sister, your bed is so big, no, so soft. Much softer than my old bed. Maybe I should sleep here every day from now on, since your bed is big enough..."

"If you say another word, you can go back inside." Su Wan Ning's impatient voice finally came through the blanket.

Su Xiao immediately shut up.

He turned his head to look at the huddled figure from behind, his voice very soft.

Goodnight, little lemon.

The room fell silent again.

After a while, Su Wan Ning heard a steady breathing sound behind her.

She quietly pulled the blanket down a little and glanced at it sideways.

Su Xiao lay on the other side of the bed, her hands crossed over her chest, her eyes closed, and her breathing even.

Fell asleep.

She stared at him for a while, thinking he was sleeping quite peacefully, and then he kicked the blanket off.

Su Wan Ning's expression immediately changed to one of disgust.

She sat up, reached out and pulled the other half of the blanket back over him, covering him with it again. Her movements weren't exactly gentle, but she still used less force when tucking him in.

She lay back down, pulled the blanket up, and poked her head out from under it, looking at the white ceiling above her with Su Xiao, who was lying next to her.

At that moment, she remembered many things.

……

Su Wanning is actually a liar.

When she was little, every night she liked to run up to her parents and solemnly say that she was going to sleep.

Her parents nodded and said she was good, so she ran back to her room, closed the door, and waited until the footsteps in the living room were far away before quietly opening a crack and sneaking into her brother's room to play.

Back then, her brother's room was right next to hers, and the door was never locked because he knew she would come.

One night, she was lying on her bed when she heard her brother laughing next door.

It was winter then, and it was already pitch black. The wind was howling outside the window, and the heating was on full blast.

Clutching her small pillow, she stepped barefoot onto the cold floor and pushed her brother's bedroom door open a crack.

My brother was lying on the bed flipping through a comic book, the bedside lamp illuminating the pages.

Seeing her peek in with half her head, the brother grinned, pulled back the blanket, and patted the spot next to him.

She darted inside, her cool feet touching her brother's warm calves. Her brother hissed and said, "Why are your feet so cold?"

She chuckled and slipped her foot between his legs.

Her brother had one arm around her, while flipping through a comic book with the other, and said smugly, "I knew you were lying to Mom and Dad about going to sleep again."

She buried her face in his shoulder and begged him to let her look at him a little longer and not to tell her parents.

It was only a little past 8 p.m. then, which seems quite early now, but back then it was already "very, very late".

It was very cold outside, but the bed was warm.

She huddled next to her brother, shoulder to shoulder. He was wearing a gray thermal undershirt that was slightly pilling from washing, while she herself wore an old-fashioned, tapered thermal undershirt and trousers. A thick quilt pressed down on her, heavy and comforting, like a fortress that could keep all her anxieties out.

There are scenes of heroes rescuing damsels in comic books.

She thought that if reality were a comic book, then her brother would be her hero.

Later, I went on to junior high school and then high school.

As time goes by, it seems that everything has changed.

She never again enjoyed reading comic books with her brother so easily, and even her speech was filled with awkwardness and discomfort.

She wanted to talk to him, but every time she reached his room, she would raise her hand and then lower it again.

He's playing games inside, and he'll never know that someone has been standing outside the door for a long time.

Later, my parents passed away.

She felt like a blade of grass pulled from the soil, its roots still exposed, ready to be blown down by the wind.

She was a model student praised by her neighbors, but no one knew that she had thought countless times about dropping out of school, going home, and locking herself in her room and not going anywhere.

She disliked school, disliked the feigned concern, and disliked every night swallowed by darkness.

On those nights when she locked herself in her room, she wondered countless times what she was looking for and where she wanted to go.

She has grown up, experienced so much, and traveled to such faraway places. The world that she imagined as a child to be unattainable is now within reach.

But she discovered that the farthest place in the world was actually that small, old bed.

The bed where I read comics with my brother.

And that night that can never be returned to...

Su Wanning pulled the blanket up, covering half of her face.

Su Xiao turned over next to her, her back to her, her breathing steady and long.

She turned her head to look at his blurry outline for a long time, then closed her eyes.

Goodnight, brother...

……

(First of all, thank you so much for your support and appreciation. Secondly, let me talk about the book's situation. For the past few days, the book's traffic has been dropping, from over 1 views on the bookstore to just over 1000 now. I don't know if it will drop to a few hundred or even a few dozen in a few days.)

To be honest, I put a lot of effort into writing this book, giving each female lead a very detailed backstory, and I planned to write around 200 million words. But I also rely on royalties for a living, and if the book's readership doesn't improve, I'll definitely have to cancel it.

So I hope everyone will give it your support. Every bit of support you give can revitalize the data for this book.

Xiao Chen is extremely grateful!