Jiang Yu didn't catch him.

　　Her little brother.

　　Died in front of her.

　　Extra Jiang Yu opened her eyes.

　　Five-year-old Jiang Zhe had a drop of blood seeping out from his finger, and his eyelashes were still wet with tears.

　　He stood not far from her, pitifully stealing glances at her.

　　Did it start from this moment? In fact, when Jiang Zhe was not yet born, everyone was looking forward to his arrival.

　　Jiang Yu also wanted a little brother very much.

　　When her mother lay in bed, touching her head and telling her to protect her little brother in the future, she nodded solemnly.

　　"The little brother is a little prince." "I will protect my little brother for a lifetime." But everything changed after he was born.

　　Mother left.

　　Mother turned into a small box.

　　Then turned into a cold stone.

　　Mother couldn't speak, couldn't move.

　　No one will touch her head and call her Yuyu anymore, no one will hold her in their arms and comfort her, and no one will whisper softly to her, "Mom loves you." On the day of her mother's burial, it rained heavily.

　　When Jiang Yu came back, she was soaked.

　　Cries from the upstairs baby room echoed continuously.

　　The wrinkled and extremely ugly baby caused her nerves to be affected by the mixture of rain and crying sounds.

　　She no longer had a mother.

　　Her younger brother, Jiang Zhe, killed their mother.

　　She started to despise Jiang Zhe from that day.

　　Her younger brother.

　　She knew it was absurd and baseless to blame an innocent child who didn't understand anything, but she couldn't help it.

　　She distanced herself from Jiang Zhe as much as possible.

　　She refused to play with him, refused to talk to him, and yelled at him coldly.

　　However, she couldn't help but feel annoyed every time she saw Jiang Zhe's look of disappointment and sadness.

　　She hated him.

　　Yet she loved him.

　　He was her blood, innocent and guilty, her younger brother.

　　What did she do back then? She yelled at Jiang Zhe angrily.

　　Told him to go away.

　　Childhood traumas can last a lifetime, to the extent that when Jiang Zhe grew up, they could never become the kind of playful relationship between a brother and sister.

　　So he wouldn't say anything to her, enduring all the pain on his own.

　　Even outsiders knew more than she did.

　　Jiang Zhe blinked his eyes and secretly looked at her.

　　Jiang Yu startled the young boy when she looked over, and tears were about to fall.

　　"Come here." Jiang Zhe stood still.

　　She let out a sigh, turned around to find the first aid kit, and half-knelt in front of him, gently applying medicine to his wounds.

　　"...

　　Does it hurt?" Jiang Zhe looked at the band-aid on his hand, tears glistening on his eyelashes, looking blank.

　　Suddenly, his face turned red, and he hugged Jiang Yu tightly, saying, "Thank you, big sister!" Jiang Yu stood still.

　　She had never hugged Jiang Zhe before.

　　In more than twenty years.

　　This was the first time.

　　The young boy's body was soft and warm.

　　Why didn't she hug him earlier.

　　Jiang Yu trembled, reached out her hand, and embraced him tightly.

　　"I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." She kept apologizing over and over again.

　　Jiang Zhe hurriedly wiped away her tears.

　　"Sister, don't cry." In the end, he started crying himself.

　　"I was wrong, sister.

　　Please don't cry." "I was wrong, please don't cry, sister.

　　I won't bother you anymore, sister.

　　My blood scared you, I will apply medicine by myself from now on..." "Sister, please don't cry, I'm sorry..." "You're not wrong." "It was sister's fault." "Ah Zhe, it was always sister's fault before.

　　Don't be angry with sister." The little girl couldn't stop her tears, she answered while sniffing, "As long as, as long as sister stops crying, I won't be mad." Okay.

　　"Sister won't cry anymore." Don't be mad at sister.

　　Sister will protect you and let you grow up safely.

　　Jiang Yu knew that their father didn't like Jiang Zhe.

　　She could only do her best to make it up to him, to make up for the more than twenty years she missed out on in her previous life.

　　Jiang Zhe was like a soft cotton doll, as if he never cared about her indifference towards him in the past few years, always joyfully calling her sister, with an innocent and radiant smile.

　　She thought it was because he was young and didn't remember.

　　Until one day, Jiang Zhe accidentally knocked over a cup on the coffee table.

　　It didn't break.

　　It just spilled.

　　The little boy immediately widened his eyes and looked back at her, his body slightly shrinking, trembling as he apologized, "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean it...

　　Please don't hate me..." She suddenly remembered.

　　She had also shouted at him and scolded him for such trivial matters.

　　He actually remembered all of it.

　　"You're not wrong, don't apologize." Jiang Yu touched his head, and tears rolled down the little boy's eyes.

　　"...What's wrong?" Jiang Yu asked gently.

　　"Sister, will you change back?" He clenched his skirt and asked softly.

　　Jiang Yu didn't hear his words clearly and leaned in closer.

　　"Zhou Zhou told me that on your birthday, you can make a wish, and a god will help make it come true." "I don't know when my birthday is, but I still made a wish." "I wish sister would be nicer to me." "Sister." Jiang Zhe raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

　　"Did the god tell you?" He fell into a warm embrace.

　　Cold water fell on his neck.

　　His sister was crying again.

　　"Yes, the god said that in the future, whatever wishes Azhe has, sister will fulfill them." "So I wish-" "Sister could be happier and not cry anymore." When Jiang Zhe was thirteen, Tang Chu wanted to stay with them, but Jiang Yu refused.

　　Father didn't say anything.

　　Instead, Jiang Zhe, wearing the new short-sleeved shirt she bought him, pulled her and asked, "Why won't you let him move in? I can go to and from school with him, and you won't have to pick me up all the time." Her brother was kind and cheerful.

　　When he smiled, there was no trace of gloom.

　　Jiang Yu touched his head.

　　"Having you as a brother is enough." Jiang Zhe had a touched expression and smiled, acting spoiled, "Sister is really good." Jiang Yu remained silent.

　　She only had one wish.

　　In this life, she hoped Jiang Zhe could grow up happily and healthy.

　　When Jiang Zhe was fifteen, he was admitted to the best high school in the area.

　　Just like in his previous life.

　　But this time, he held the acceptance letter and proudly showed off to her, "Sister! I got into your high school! The best high school!" Jiang Yu took out a prepared gift, "A Zhe, you're amazing." He smiled and walked a few laps inside the house, holding her hand and laughing, "I will be staying at the school dormitory for high school." Half-jokingly, he scolded, "Sister, don't call me so often when you're in college.

　　I heard from others that you're very busy." Jiang Yu looked at him and smiled.

　　"A Zhe." "Hmm?" "You must grow up well." "I know, I know." Jiang Zhe smiled too.

　　When Jiang Zhe was seventeen, Jiang Yu saw the pictures he posted on social media.

　　Both of them were smiling brightly.

　　There was a person with broken eyebrows and an earring beside them.

　　It was Zhou Wei.

　　When she called, the call was hung up.

　　It took a while before it was dialed again.

　　The person on the other end greeted her affectionately, "Sister." Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment.

　　She finally spoke after a long time, "Are you going to the mall with your good friend this weekend?" "Sister, I'll send you a red envelope." "No need." Jiang Zhe laughed on the other end, "I made plans with her to go to the library and study well." When Jiang Zhe was about to take the college entrance exam, she rushed back to see him.

　　She stayed at home every day to make nutritious meals for him, even more nervous than Jiang Zhe.

　　She brought many things when she sent him off for the exam.

　　"A day is like a lifetime.

　　When the last exam was over, Jiang Zhe was the first to come out.

　　The reporters at the door couldn't stop him.

　　The sun was very bright that day.

　　He ran towards her.

　　Smiling brightly, he rushed into her arms and shouted loudly, 'Sister! I'm done with my exams!' Jiang Yu embraced him and congratulated him.

　　It was Jiang Zhe's 18th birthday, and she held a grand coming-of-age ceremony for him.

　　When Jiang Zhe appeared in formal attire under the huge crystal chandelier, everyone applauded.

　　He looked at Jiang Yu in the crowd, their eyes meeting.

　　He mouthed, 'Thank you, sister.' Jiang Zhe's eyes resembled hers.

　　They were full of sunshine when he smiled, as if all the stars in the sky were crushed in his eyes.

　　Jiang Zhe, vibrant and resilient at eighteen, her younger brother.

　　After the banquet, Jiang Yu went to the cemetery to see their mother.

　　The woman in the black and white photo was young and beautiful.

　　Jiang Zhe bore a striking resemblance to both of them.

　　Jiang Yu stood there for a long time, her hand touching the cold tombstone.

　　'Mother,' she said, 'your little prince has grown up safely.' Jiang Zhe graduated at the age of twenty-two but didn't enter her company.

　　He chose a job he liked.

　　Occasionally, they video called each other.

　　Jiang Zhe looked tired but couldn't hide his happiness.

　　Jiang Yu looked at the dark circles under his eyes.

　　'If you're tired, tell your sister.' '...Sister has money.' The person on the other side of the video call laughed half-heartedly, and the phone was taken by someone else.

　　Zhou Wei approached the screen and said, 'Don't worry, Yu-jie.

　　I'll take care of Ah Zhe, everything is fine.

　　But...' Jiang Zhe shouted in the background.

　　Zhou Wei's voice was full of laughter.

　　'You should be able to meet your sister-in-law soon.' The video call was abruptly ended.

　　Jiang Yu sat at her desk, lost in thought for a long time.

　　This life has been too good, too smooth.

　　Like a dream, ethereal and fleeting.

　　Jiang Zhe was almost twenty-four and about to get married.

　　She had seen that girl many times.

　　Gentle and lovely, she loved Jiang Zhe very much.

　　The night before the wedding, she went to see her mother again.

　　'Mom,' she said, 'tomorrow Ah Zhe is getting married, so I won't come anymore.' 'Your little prince has found his princess.

　　From now on, there will be two people to protect him.' 'Mom, if this is a dream...' 'Can you make it last a little longer...' The groom went missing.

　　Everything was in chaos, guests were noisy, and the scene was a mess.

　　Zhou Wei, wearing a bridesmaid dress, ran frantically through the hotel, shouting Jiang Zhe's name.

　　The phone couldn't be reached.

　　The WeChat message from Jiang Zhe yesterday, with a 'love you' emoji, remained on the screen.

　　When she replied, only a red exclamation mark remained.

　　Just like that day.

　　Jiang Yu rushed madly to the 18th floor, knocking on every room, being cursed at, and then crazily moving on to the next room.

　　Finally, in a room that was not locked, she found him.

　　Jiang Zhe looked handsome today.

　　Wearing a meticulous suit, he stood on the edge of the balcony.

　　He didn't say anything, just looked at her.

　　'Zhe, Ah Zhe?' Jiang Zhe met her eyes, his lips curling up.

　　Today was his birthday.

　　It was also the anniversary of his death.

　　The same.

　　In the next moment, he fell straight backwards.

　　'No--!' Jiang Yu's eyes were bloodshot."

　　"All the scenes quickly fade away, advancing like a revolving lantern.

　　Countless Jiang Zhes blend together.

　　Smiling.

　　Crying.

　　Eventually, they all freeze in that day.

　　He jumped from the eighteenth floor.

　　He said, "Jiang Yu, I'm going to find mom." Don't---!!! Jiang Yu woke up from the dream, the night as dark as ink.

　　Jiang Zhe, in his teens, standing by her bedside in his school uniform.

　　Jiang Yu turned on the light switch.

　　The photo immediately became vivid.

　　The people in the photo didn't smile.

　　But Jiang Zhe in her dreams.

　　Always furrowing his brows and calling her, "Sister." The Jiang Zhe in her dreams was not injured, not depressed, not sick.

　　Life cannot be repeated.

　　She had known that long ago.

　　So.

　　Why did she.

　　Why couldn't she have been kinder to Jiang Zhe earlier? Her younger brother.

　　Never, never again.

　　Can't come back.

　　The wind outside the window vigorously shakes the windows.

　　The woman holds her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

　　Jiang Yu has tried countless times to recall the sufferings he endured.

　　And without exception, they all lead to self-torment.

　　She gradually collapses in the remorse of day after day.

　　In her thirty-sixth year, she went to find A Zhe."