My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

The corridor was deserted late at night, except for the humming of the vending machine at the end.

Wu Yue stood in the public restroom, his hands gripping the edge of the sink, cold water gushing from the tap onto his fingers.

He looked up at his aged face in the mirror. The handprint on his left cheek had turned from bright red to dark purple, with slightly swollen edges, making it particularly glaring under the harsh fluorescent light.

He stared at the mark for a long time, then turned off the tap, dried his hands with a tissue, rolled up his sleeves again, and buttoned them up.

Cui Jiayi never asked about the child. Judging from her behavior today, she only pursued the few words of argument in the side hall and did not know that Jiang Ran was still alive.

This is probably the only thing to be thankful for today.

But she definitely won't pay for this month's medical expenses; Awan's treatment can't be interrupted...

Wu Yue straightened her collar in front of the mirror, walked out of the restroom, and left the hospital.

Not long after he left, a figure appeared in the hospital corridor late at night.

Su Qing took note of this when the party ended.

The system said that Butler Wu behaved strangely when he heard Jiang Ran's name, so she paid more attention. Then she saw him secretly take a strand of Xiao Ran's hair that had fallen out.

Why is he so flustered about a name when this is only their first meeting?

Why would someone take the hair of a complete stranger?

So she quietly went out after Jiang Ran fell asleep, and followed the system's guidance to find the hospital and the ward.

She had also subtly inquired about Butler Wu with Jiang Yi and learned that he would come to the hospital to accompany his wife every night, so he should be here right now.

She gently pushed open the ward door, and the hinges made a very faint scraping sound.

The room was dark, with only the small nightlight by the bedside emitting a warm yellow glow, and moonlight from outside shining through the blinds onto the white sheets.

Lying on the hospital bed was a woman who was so thin she was almost unrecognizable. Her hair had fallen out due to chemotherapy, and her arm, which was exposed outside the blanket, was as thin as a withered twig.

Butler Wu was nowhere to be seen.

Su Qing frowned slightly and was about to leave when the person on the hospital bed suddenly moved.

Yin Wan opened her eyes, turned her head to look at the door, and asked in a soft voice, weak and hoarse like a patient, "Who are you looking for?"

Su Qing paused in her steps.

She turned around and, by the light of the moon and the nightlight, saw the face that looked sickly yet still gentle. She quickly weighed her options in her mind for a second, then gave a polite smile: "Excuse me, wrong room."

Just as she was about to take a step, Yin Wan spoke again, this time with more certainty: "You're here to see A-Yue, aren't you?"

Su Qing stopped and turned to look at the woman on the bed.

  

Yin Wan had already supported herself on the mattress with one hand, slowly raising her upper body. The movement was very strenuous, and with each movement, she let out suppressed gasps.

She coughed a few times, then raised her withered hand and beckoned to Su Qing, signaling her to come over.

Su Qing looked at those gentle eyes that remained so even in the dim light, said nothing more, and walked to the chair by the bed and sat down.

At that moment, the system softly announced in her mind: [Yin Wan, Wu Yue's wife.]

[Her physical condition is rated as Grade D, with severe decline in multiple organ functions. Based on the current conversational context and her past behavioral data, her honesty towards non-malicious visitors is relatively high, with a credibility assessment of 92%.]

Su Qing looked at Yin Wan, carefully considering her words. Instead of directly asking the question, she probed indirectly, "After Butler Wu returned today, was there anything unusual? For example, did he undergo any tests that were different from usual?"

Yin Wan did not answer the question upon hearing this.

She leaned against the pillow and carefully examined the girl in front of her by the light of the bedside lamp. She was very young and beautiful, with a composure and sharpness in her eyes that seemed beyond her years.

She asked softly, "What's your relationship with Jiang Ran?"

Su Qing was slightly taken aback.

A patient who has been bedridden for many years actually knew Xiao Ran.

That only shows that Butler Wu said a lot to her, far more than a butler should say to his wife.

She stopped hiding it and nodded frankly: "My name is Su Qing, and I'm Jiang Ran's older sister. I'm here to ask you one thing: why did Butler Wu take away Xiao Ran's hair?"

Upon hearing these words, a faint glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Yin Wan's gray eyes.

She didn't rush to answer, but just looked at Su Qing quietly, as if trying to confirm something.

Then she smiled, a very faint smile, the corners of her mouth just curving slightly, yet it softened her otherwise sickly face.

A sister who could notice when A-Yue took a hair at a party and find the hospital alone late at night is indeed a very thoughtful and responsible person. No wonder when A-Yue came back and talked about Jiang Ran's sister, his tone carried a kind of respect that she hadn't heard in his voice for a long time.

However, the results of the paternity test are not yet available.

Ah Yue told her that he had taken the wife's hair and the girl's hair for testing, and the results would be available the earliest tomorrow.

Before the results are in, she cannot tell Su Qing a guess that has not yet been confirmed.

She raised her eyes, her tone soft but earnest: "Ms. Su, there are some things I can't tell you right now, but please come again tomorrow night, and I will tell you everything I know then."

Su Qing looked at her but didn't ask any further questions.

Perhaps it was the "92% credibility" mentioned by the system that made her decide to trust, or perhaps it was the unwavering light in the eyes of this woman who needed all her strength to even get up that led her to choose to trust.

She nodded, stood up, whispered "You should rest well," and then turned and walked out of the ward.

The corridor was still quiet.

As Su Qing walked out of the inpatient department, the early autumn night breeze, carrying the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, blew towards her.

She mentally listed the information she had received that night. Butler Wu had an unusual reaction to Jiang Ran's name. He took Jiang Ran's hair. His wife obviously knew about this but said she could only tell her tomorrow. The system had said that Jiang Ran's biological parents would find her before the mission ended.

A thought flashed through her mind like lightning... Could Xiao Ran be a child of the Jiang family? But she suppressed the thought after it only appeared for a moment.

It's such a coincidence, but if it's not a coincidence, then everything seems to make sense.

She didn't dwell on it, pulled her coat tighter, and walked towards the hospital entrance.

In the ward, Yin Wan leaned against the pillows and watched Su Qing leave before turning her face to the window.

The night sky was dotted with stars, and the warm yellow light of the nightlight intertwined with the moonlight reflecting off her.

This nightlight was bought by A-Yue. He knew she was afraid of the dark, and he was a little embarrassed when he bought it, saying that we're an old married couple and we're doing this. But every time he came to the hospital to keep her company, he would remember to turn on the light before she fell asleep.

On the other side, Wu Yue was driving on the main road late at night, with streetlights flashing past the car window one after another.

He was wondering where he could get the money for this month. Maybe he could take on more ride-hailing jobs, or maybe he could pawn that old suit.

At home, Jiang Ran lay on her side in bed, her fingers gently resting on the empty blankets beside her.

The sheets were already cold. I don't know when my sister left; I didn't tell her.

She turned over, buried her face in Su Qing's pillow, and took a deep breath. The pillow still held the faint, fresh scent of her sister's hair.

She slowly opened her eyes amidst the fragrance, the moonlight making the faint light in her eyes shine.

Sister, it's so late, where did you go all by yourself?