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When she returned home in the evening, the first thing she noticed was her sister quietly sitting at the table in the living room. Although her sister was usually quiet, this time felt different.
Quickly changing her shoes and putting down her bag and the food she was carrying, she was about to ask a few questions when a figure rushed towards her, followed by a tight, suffocating embrace.
"Sis—"
"Yes, what is it, Yan Yan?"
Hearing her sister's slightly hoarse voice, she unconsciously softened her tone. A gentle smile graced her delicate features as she raised a hand to gently comfort the girl buried against her ear.
"Sis, I missed you." Yan Yan clung tightly to the woman in her arms, burying her face against her ear to hide the overwhelming joy and madness of having her back.
"Yan Yan is being spoiled again. Really, when will you grow up and take care of your sister? Always acting like a child," she replied, continuing to soothe Yan Yan with gentle gestures. Her smile became even softer, as if a spring breeze had calmed all of Yan Yan's turbulent emotions.
Taking a deep breath of her sister's faint fragrance, Yan Yan confirmed once more that this was real. She lifted her head and stood quietly in front of her sister, gazing intently at the woman she hadn't seen in five years.
Dressed in a somewhat worn suit that hugged her curvy figure, her sister's beautiful face was strikingly exquisite. Her skin was as pale as milk, and it seemed that one could almost smell a faint milky scent just by getting close.
Her appearance resembled that of their late mother—an oval face with a delicate nose and cherry lips, like someone out of a finely crafted painting. Her slender eyebrows were shaped to convey the gentle fragility of a Jiangnan woman, while beneath them were strikingly clear eyes that held a hint of fatigue yet shone with unwavering determination. This contrast created a captivating beauty that drew one in.
"Yan Yan, why are you staring at your sister like that?" she teased, amused by her sister's dazed expression.
With those words, any trace of fatigue in her eyes was carefully concealed. Her delicate fingers lightly brushed through the hair that hung by her ear, exuding an effortless charm that masked any weariness from life's struggles or uncertainties about the future. In this moment, standing before her was all that mattered; seeing her sister allowed her to shed all exhaustion and sorrow, leaving only gentle warmth.
Yan Yan pulled back her gaze and tilted her head to scrutinize her sister closely. She didn't miss the hidden signs of fatigue or the uneven color of her sister's hands or the slight droop of her shoulders. She understood what burdens weighed on Strict Language's shoulders—their current life, their future, and the malicious debts lurking in the shadows.
How dare that old man from the Ji Clan covet Strict Language's beauty using such underhanded means? It was both disgusting and contemptible. Fortunately, she had returned this time; she would not allow tragedy to repeat itself. As for her sister's illness...
"Sis, I have something to discuss. You sit down and rest for a bit; I'll get you some water."
Yan Yan bit her lip, swallowing down the surge of bloody emotions as she picked up another bag of food and turned to head into the kitchen.
Watching her sister’s unusually tense back as she walked away, Strict Language felt a flash of concern cross her mind. Suddenly realizing something, anger flickered in her eyes as she called out: "Yan Yan, did Auntie contact you?"
As soon as those words reached the kitchen, Yan Yan paused while pouring water. A cold smile crept onto her lips before she smoothly continued with pouring water and arranging the food on plates.
When she turned back, her face wore the most ordinary expression. "Sister, Liu—" She swallowed the words in her mouth, paused for a moment, and still couldn't bring herself to call her aunt. "She contacted me. However, I have other matters to discuss."
With that, she sat down next to Strict Language, placed her cup of water carefully, and looked at Strict Language drinking with a serious expression.
Strict Language picked up the cup and took a sip, tasting the discomfort brought by the poor quality of the water. She frowned slightly but drank it down without hesitation. After all, their current living conditions were not as good as before, but in the future... things would definitely get better.
The determination in Strict Language's eyes made Yan Yan feel an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
It was Strict Language who held up their lives as sisters. The excessive exhaustion had caused Strict Language's illness to worsen prematurely. The five years of struggling had drained all of her strength. In the end, she was left exhausted and tormented by pain, only to be cruelly treated to death. As the younger sister, Yan Yan had always lived in the shadow of their family's ruin, unable to escape, sheltered under her sister's protective umbrella, too afraid to take a brave step forward. This time, she would protect her sister and safeguard their lives.
With that thought in mind, Yan Yan grasped Strict Language's hand. The cold fingers sent a jolt through Strict Language's heart as she looked directly at her sister.
"Yan Yan, what's wrong with you today?" The growing confusion in her heart deepened. Ever since their family had fallen apart, her sister had become increasingly withdrawn and introverted. Although she had always been shy and not good with words, Strict Language knew that her sister was intelligent and would find a way out. So while she was busy with everything else, she hadn't paid much attention or offered comfort. Could it be—As this thought crossed her mind, a hint of guilt surfaced on her beautiful face.
Yan Yan caught the expression on Strict Language's face and realized that her sister was misunderstanding her. She quickly interrupted, "Sister, it's not what you think." The urgency in her voice only heightened Strict Language's surprise.
"Sister, trust me. I have something very important to tell you. Although it sounds unbelievable, it's true. I—"
Yan Yan took a deep breath to calm the chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind. When she looked up and saw her sister's serious expression, she steadied her heartbeat and continued speaking: "Sister, I—I came back last night."
Seeing the confusion on Strict Language's face only tightened Yan Yan's grip on her hand as she spoke again:
"Sister, I used to not believe in reincarnation, but now I do because I came back from ten years ago. I have memories of our next ten years—no, it should be five years for us going forward; altogether ten years of memories."
Suppressing the bitterness at the corners of her lips, Yan Yan's gaze swept over Strict Language's shocked and disbelieving face as she said: "Sister, I'm not joking or crazy. I really have been reborn. So—"
She locked her dark eyes onto Strict Language’s panicked gaze once more. Her tone turned cold and eerie; it felt as if a vengeful spirit had returned from the abyss to tear away at the last layers of protection around Strict Language's heart.
"So this time around, that woman and her family owe us dearly. They took our house and our parents' compensation money and even made us send them money every month! Hah—these things will be repaid bit by bit—"
Yan Yan’s eyes glowed with a fierce red hue; the intense hatred seemed almost tangible in the air around them.
"Yan... Yan Yan! You—" Strict Language trembled slightly as she struggled to speak; her voice broke several times in disbelief. "You were reborn?!" The incredulous look in her eyes met Yan Yan’s bloodshot gaze. Deep down inside her heart, a voice kept telling her that it was real—it was real...
“Why? What happened—no, this can't be true, Yan Yan, you—”
“Sister, you have to trust me. You must believe me,” Yan Yan leaned in and hugged her sister, Strict Language, whose body was trembling slightly.
“Every word I say is true. If you can't accept it all at once, just think of it as if I've suddenly gained ten years of memories,” she forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and continued softly, “The Ji Clan over there—huh—that can't even be considered the Ji Clan. The real Ji Clan is in S District; this S Zone doesn't even have a connection to them. If things really escalate, the people in S District wouldn't care at all. Sister, if Ji Yang dares to lay a hand on you, I'll make him pay dearly. I have ways to solve these problems, and it won't take long. So please, sister, take care of yourself. Let's go for a health check tomorrow and then get proper treatment in the hospital...”
Strict Language interrupted Yan Yan's incessant words ringing in her ears.
“Yan Yan, I believe you.” Strict Language's determined gaze met Yan Yan's dry eyes. The sincerity in her expression warmed Yan Yan's heart; this was the family member she trusted, who would never let her down.
Strict Language paused before continuing, “The current situation is very complicated; it's not something you can solve alone. The car accident involving Mom and Dad, the company's bankruptcy, and the debt issues are not going to be resolved quickly.”
She steadied her thoughts and emotions, her pale lips trembling with despair.
“As for my health, it was determined at birth—a genetic disease with no possibility of cure. Otherwise, Mom and Dad wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to raise you. Yan Yan, even though you're not ready yet, both Mom and Dad and I believe in your abilities. You just need time to adapt, to change, to grow. Those twenty-three carefree years of mine were all thanks to your sacrifices. Just being alive now to see you safe is already a gift. Now that Mom and Dad are gone, I'm your sister; you are my responsibility and my hope. I hope you won't take risks and can live your life safely. If one day you have the ability to reclaim everything, that would be the best outcome. When your wings aren't strong enough yet, how can I bear to let you soar high alone? I'm afraid that one moment of carelessness could lead to a fall that shatters everything...”
The trembling tone revealed Strict Language's inner fears and helplessness—the panic of losing their parents and the sudden shattering of their family, the burden of debt and pressure from relatives, the fear of external greed lurking around them, and the despair of a predetermined lifespan. These emotions intertwined into a tight web that nearly suffocated this young woman of only twenty-three years. The feelings she had suppressed for three months burst forth all at once; the calm composure she had maintained for her sister crumbled instantly. What remained was the deepest sorrow of a woman laid bare in her most vulnerable state.
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