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Feng Xunyu had always believed that her younger brother, Feng Yinxuan, had died by suicide, but today she learned that he had been murdered.
She had always thought that her family—her parents, sister, and brother—formed a close-knit unit, but today she discovered that her brother was not actually her father's biological child.
Feng Xunyu had always regarded her father, Feng Leng, as a kind and gentle man, but today she found out that he was a cruel and cold-blooded killer.
One brutal truth after another struck her like heavy hammers, shattering the world she thought she knew.
Now, faced with an even more shocking revelation—Feng Xunyu was not who she thought she was—she felt utterly exhausted. Perhaps she had no strength left to resist her fate, or maybe she had reached her limit and could no longer muster the courage to accept the truth.
At that moment, when she heard Murong Sixuan say, "Your true identity is Feng Guyu," her expression remained eerily calm. Not a single flicker of emotion crossed her face; it was as if she were encased in a layer of cold ice.
The two of them sat in silence for over ten minutes, the quiet only broken by their soft breaths until a sudden phone ring shattered the stillness.
Feng Xunyu… No, at this moment, perhaps she should be called Feng Guyu.
She slowly took out her phone without even glancing at the screen and answered the call directly.
"Xunyu, where are you? Why haven't you come back? Did you find that family photo?" It was Feng Guyu's father, Feng Leng, his voice tinged with urgency and fatigue.
"I found it," Feng Guyu replied coldly, her tone short and icy.
"You need to come back quickly! Your mother… it seems like she's not going to make it!" Feng Leng's voice broke with sorrow, filled with an unbearable choked sob.
Without a word, Feng Guyu hung up the phone and cast a glance at Sixuan, his gaze as cold as ice. "Let's go back," he said tersely.
Sixuan also glanced at Feng Guyu, her eyes seemingly understanding everything, yet she remained silent.
The two peculiar individuals, both disliking words, walked out of the door in silence, their footsteps heavy as they made their way toward the hospital.
Upon returning to the ward, they indeed found Lin Wei's face as pale as paper, devoid of color. Her weak breaths seemed to be on the verge of stopping at any moment; it appeared that death had quietly descended and was lingering nearby, ready to take her away.
Seeing Feng Guyu return, Lin Wei gasped slightly and, with a voice so faint it was almost a whisper, said, "Xunyu... come here to Mom..."
Her voice was hoarse and strained; each word seemed to drain her of strength, as if she might stop breathing at any moment.
Feng Guyu approached Lin Wei and slowly sat down by her bedside. Lin Wei struggled to speak. "Did... did you find the photo?"
Feng Guyu said nothing but quietly handed the family photo to Lin Wei. As she gazed at the picture, her eyes gradually became distant, lost in thought. Memories of happier times surged forth like a tide.
After several seconds, she let out a long sigh. Tears streamed down her haggard face, filled with nostalgia for the past and guilt toward her children.
"Xunyu... I think this time... I really have to leave you all... cough... I remembered many things just now... memories of you three siblings learning to speak... moments of our family of five going on outings together... I feel so... so sorry for Guyue... I've neglected her all this time... that's why her personality has become more and more... withdrawn... cough cough... I'm not a good mother... When I wanted to make it up to her... Guyue has already left me forever... I... I... sob... I feel so guilty... so regretful..." As Lin Wei spoke, she wept softly, her body trembling slightly.
Hearing this, Feng Guyu furrowed his brow slightly and said coldly, "There's no need to feel guilty. I am Feng Guyu; I'm not dead yet."
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