She placed the lilies on the windowsill, then moved to the bedside, bent down, winked at Xiao Cheng, and said with mock secrecy: “You don’t get it, this is called chong xi (a joyous event to ward off bad luck).” “Chong xi?” Yin Cheng asked blankly.

“Yes, in ancient times there was a saying,” she said with a bright smile, “if someone in the family was sick, a joyous event would help them recover quickly, because the God of Plague fears the Goddess of Joy.

When she arrives, he gets scared and flees for his life.” “Sister…” Yin Cheng was caught between laughter and tears, “Is that why you’re doing this?” “Of course!” Yin Xiamo reached out and patted his head, unable to stop her laughter.

“…Of course not.” The pure white lilies.

The slender green stems.

Tiny dewdrops clinging to the petals.

The air was thick with a tranquil floral scent.

“The wedding date was set rather quickly,” Yin Xiamo mused, gently stroking his hair, her smile as warm as spring breeze, “If you don’t like it, I’ll postpone the date, okay?” “No…” Yin Cheng quickly spoke up, struggling to sit upright.

In the morning sunlight, he gazed earnestly at his sister, his long eyelashes thick and dark.

“…I’m so happy to see you get married! But, I want to know… You don’t like Brother Luo Xi anymore, why is it Brother Ou Chen?” “…” Yin Xiamo experienced a brief moment of detachment.

Soon, she smiled faintly, like a doting adult to a child, continuing to stroke his hair softly, whispering, “You’re still young, there are many things you don’t understand.

The reason you like someone initially might be simple, but the reasons for eventually choosing to separate are often numerous.

Perhaps it’s personality, perhaps it’s circumstance, perhaps there are many things more important than feelings…” “I don’t understand,” Yin Cheng said, confused.

“Are you saying you don’t love Brother Luo Xi anymore? Is it because of the rumors with Shen Qiang? Did you ever ask him if those rumors were true or just a misunderstanding?” Brother Luo Xi had only stayed in the ward for a short time that day before she appeared.

“You don’t need to understand.” She gently steered the conversation away, saying tenderly, “You, however, just need to focus on recuperating, making your body strong, and preparing for the kidney transplant.

I can handle everything else, but your health is something I can’t assist with; it relies entirely on you, Xiao Cheng.

So, you must try your hardest!” “I will.” Yin Cheng nodded with all his might! He had thought the chance of finding a suitable kidney donor was slim, never imagining that a perfectly matched donor would suddenly appear.

He would cherish this opportunity to get well and spend his future days taking good care of his sister.

He felt immense gratitude toward the person donating the kidney, even though he didn't know the donor's identity.

The hospital had said the donor insisted on remaining anonymous, wishing to be a quiet benefactor.

“But, Sis…” “Hmm?” “Why are you marrying Brother Ou Chen, after all?” Yin Cheng still couldn't help asking one more time.

“You…” she sighed, lifting her lashes, her eyes clear and amber-toned, “…Of course, it’s because I like him, I want to be with him, so I want to get married.” Her voice was soft and composed, as if discussing the most natural thing in the world.

Yet, Yin Cheng froze.

He simply couldn't fathom it.

Those days five years ago, the memories stained with blood and tears—her locked away in a terrifying darkness, him unconscious in the downpour—he had truly believed she could never forgive Ou Chen.

Summer Foam III