When he was eleven, he lost his mother, and his grandfather brought him back to the Xu family for the new year. Han Ruchu, Xu Wanli, and even the servants didn't even look at him. Only Xu Jiamu, who was the same age as him, brought out all his toys and shared them with him. His personality was cold, so he didn't bother with Xu Jiamu. However, Xu Jiamu didn't mind his coldness, and kept smiling as he tried to find something to talk to him.
When the clock struck midnight, Xu Jiamu received many red packets filled with thick stacks of red bills. Any one of them was worth more than the inheritance his mother had left him.
But he didn't.
Xu Jiamu threw the red packets into the bin on the spot, and said something that he still remembered to this day: If my brother doesn't have it, I don't want it either!
From that moment on, he recognized Xu Jiamu as his younger brother.
In that instant, the assistant felt as though he didn't understand Lu Jinnian.
He wasn't good with words, and his expression was always cold and indifferent. He looked like he wouldn't be happy or sad. He wasn't interested in anything in the world, and his words were harsh and unkind. But deep down, he was so soft.
If someone treated you with a little bit of kindness, you would remember it deeply in your heart. Then, you would rather hurt yourself than hurt him in the slightest.
You knew that Mr. Xu liked Miss Qiao, so you gave up the chance to fight with him.
Because you were afraid of hurting him.
So, you silently endured all the pain and disappointment alone.
The assistant felt a lump in his throat, and after a long while, he said, "But Mr. Lu, you still have a long road ahead of you. You can't always live like this, right? Actually, you can try to like other girls... "
Yes, he could try to like other girls. Maybe if he did, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.
Lu Jinnian's voice carried a hint of helplessness and pain. "But, other girls... they aren't Qiao Anhao."
The assistant was momentarily speechless.
The car fell into silence once more. After some time, Lu Jinnian urged the assistant to return to the hotel to rest. The assistant couldn't argue with Lu Jinnian, so he nodded and left.
Lu Jinnian rolled down the car window, and lit a cigarette. Amidst the smoke, he stared at Qiao Anhao's room, a hint of sadness flashing across his eyes.
The girl was clearly in front of him, in the building only a dozen meters away from him, but he just couldn't go over.
It was as if after all these years, he could reach out and touch her, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grab hold of her.
Between him and her, there was a chasm that he couldn't cross no matter what he did.
Yesterday, she had two transfusions, and this morning, she had another one. Today, she had to wait until ten in the evening before she had her transfusion.
Xu Jiamu stayed by her side the entire night without rest. Tonight, he returned to the hotel with Han Ruchu, while Qiao Anxia and his aunt stayed in the hospital to keep her company.
Qiao Anhao still had a slight fever, but she felt much better. She was afraid that she would be bored at night, so before he left, she asked for his phone.
In the afternoon, Xu Jiamu got someone to add another bed to the ward. At half past eleven, Qiao Anxia wanted to drink something, so she ran over to the convenience store. Her aunt was lying on the other bed, already dozing off.
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