Chapter 233
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Mental illness
Song Jingwan looked up angrily at Song Wen-chuan. "Brother, when will you pay a little attention to me? I'll be unhappy too! I'll be unhappy too! Who else do you think would bully me in school? Who else could it be other than Song Yaoyao? "
Song Wen-chuan looked into her eyes and saw a deep resentment in them.
His hand that was about to land on her head froze and slowly dropped down.
Song Wen-chuan said, "Jingwan, most of your unhappiness comes from Yaoyao. Maybe you can try to accept her. Maybe it'll be easier."
"Pfft, accept her?"
Song Jingwan bit her lip and stubbornly refused to lower her head. "Impossible!"
How could they coexist peacefully after experiencing such a thing at the resort?
"Jingwan, you're both my sisters." Song Wen-chuan sighed. He didn't understand. Song Jingwan had already gained the love of their parents, but she was still so overbearing. She didn't allow him, her brother, to give Song Yaoyao some insignificant attention.
Was a girl's jealousy that strong?
"Then brother, do you know how Song Yaoyao treated me today?"
Song Jingwan cried as she pulled up her sleeves. There was a circle of bruises on her wrist. "She grabbed my hands behind my back and slammed my face against the wall! Then she pulled my hair and forced me to kneel in front of her! Even my classmates saw it, brother! Do you understand that feeling? Hm? I wish I could die! "
Song Wen-chuan was shocked to find that when he heard these complaints, his heart was actually very calm.
He was like a bystander, coldly watching Song Jingwan cry.
He and Song Jingwan grew up in the same family, but until now, he still couldn't understand this girl. She seemed to be crying and throwing a tantrum without reason, but in reality, she would quietly observe his expression from the corner of her eyes.
"Don't cry." He put his hand on her shoulder and comforted her softly. "Why did Yaoyao attack you? Can I tell my brother the reason? If she's really wrong, Jingwan, I'll stand on your side. "
Song Jingwan's back stiffened, and then she stopped crying in disbelief. She widened her eyes and took two steps back to avoid Song Wen-chuan's comfort.
"Brother, you don't believe me?"
Song Wen-chuan said, "I just want to know the cause of this matter."
"I don't want to say it. When you asked that question, did you ever think about how sad I was?" Song Jingwan's voice was cold. She wiped her tears and opened the car door. "Go back. I'm tired."
"Jingwan —"
Song Wen-chuan pinched the space between his eyebrows. Seeing that she completely refused to communicate with him, a little impetuous emerged in his heart.
The car drove onto the asphalt road, and Song Wen-chuan handed her a wet tissue. "Wipe your face. You won't be pretty if you cry until your face is ruined."
Song Jingwan took it. Her eyelashes drooped, and there was a sudden hostility in her eyes.
"Brother, can't you just be my brother?" She muttered.
"Jingwan, don't joke around." Song Wen-chuan frowned. "I know a very good psychiatrist. Can I take you to see him?"
"You think I'm crazy, right? I'm not sick! Why do I have to see a psychiatrist? "
The girl's sharp voice sounded in the car. During this period of time, she had been repeatedly hurt, but Song Yaoyao was doing well in school!
Song Jingwan was about to go crazy. She couldn't help but panic.
This was her everything. She couldn't let Song Yaoyao take it away from her!
"I didn't mean that. I just think that you might be putting too much pressure on yourself." Song Wen-chuan pulled off his tie. He didn't know how to explain it to her.
(End of Chapter)
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