Yige gently pushed open the door of the villa: "I'm back."
Sister Qiu came over quickly and took off her coat for her: "Miss, why did you come back so late? The master is very worried."
Yige stuck out her tongue and said with a smile, "Sister Qiu, what should Dad worry about? Isn't it this time every day?"
Sister Qiu sighed and said, "Miss, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you shouldn't be so willful and not let Dalin drive to pick you up. The master is worried about you every day, but he doesn't say it because he's afraid you'll be unhappy."
Hearing the word "willful", Yige couldn't help but bite her lower lip gently again.
After the incident, her father showed more love and care for her, obeyed her in everything, and never said a harsh word. When she proposed to go out to work, her father was surprised, but he still did not disobey her.
I was originally a willful child...willful...
She changed her shoes quietly, and her soft and warm pajamas stepped softly and silently on the wooden stairs.
She made her father worry, so she wanted to tell him that it was okay and she would reassure him. She was no longer the willful, arrogant and demanding Shu Yige.
Wasn't the lesson she learned enough?
She walked to her father's room, raised her hand gently, and was about to knock on the door when she suddenly heard her father's low voice.
"Thank you very much. Although there is no improvement, I also know that you have tried your best. You are the best doctor in our city, and I certainly trust you. My daughter is very strong, and her hand will definitely recover. Thank you, I also think that willpower is the most important..."
She smiled slightly. Her father had been looking for doctors everywhere for the past six months. He always comforted her by saying that her right hand had recovered very well, but it would take time to fully recover. But didn't she know her own situation? She had long been discouraged and didn't want to think about it anymore. But she didn't want to make her father feel bad, so she still insisted on doing rehabilitation exercises and drinking bitter medicine every day. She gritted her teeth no matter how difficult it was. She was no longer the willful girl in the past. She had already hurt the heart of the person she loved the most, and she didn't want her relatives to be sad for her again.
She calmed herself down and listened to her father saying good night to the doctor and hanging up the phone before she raised her left hand and gently knocked on the door.
"Dad!" She made her voice sound cheerful. "It's time to eat. Can we go down together?"
At the dining table, Yige lowered her head and ate with a silver fork and silver knife in hand.
"Ge'er." Her father looked at her lovingly and said, "Today I asked Sister Qiu to make your favorite French dishes, including foie gras, caviar, and truffles. Come, eat more."
Foie gras, caviar and truffles are three world-famous gourmet treasures and traditional French dishes. It is rare that Sister Qiu cooks them all and presents them on the large dining table with perfect skills. It is a pleasure to look at.
Yige looked up and smiled, "Thank you, Dad."
My father is a well-known real estate developer. With just one word, the real estate market in the city will be shaken. He is silent, cold and doesn't like to talk. He has the charm and demeanor of an entrepreneur. But at home, he is an absolutely kind father, which is what Yige is most proud of since childhood.
And his proud and willful character was also brought up by his loving father.
"Ge'er, I talked to the doctor today. He said that your right hand is in good condition. You must continue with rehabilitation." Her father remembered something and told her.
She lowered her head and took a bite of the fat foie gras. It was delicate, soft, fragrant and delicious. She couldn't help but praise: "The French food made by Sister Qiu is so delicious. I never get tired of eating it." Of course, Sister Qiu's best dish is still Chinese cuisine. She only shows off her skills in foreign dishes occasionally, but it is already amazing.
"Ge'er!" Her father looked at her worriedly.
She raised her head, her eyes sparkling: "Dad, don't worry, I believe my right hand will recover. I am your daughter, I will not embarrass you, I will never give up."
The father looked at his daughter with satisfaction and said, "Ge'er, I feel relieved now. You are worthy of being my daughter, Shu Lianfang!"
She gritted her teeth as she did the rehabilitation exercises on her right hand, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead again.
Sister Qiu looked at her worriedly, but she didn't come over. She kept looking at the big quartz clock in the living room. An hour had passed. After an hour, Yige could rest. Time passed so slowly...
Her right hand was in excruciating pain.
Sister Qiu looked at the young lady who was biting her lips stubbornly with pity. Even during rehabilitation, she still covered her arms with long sleeves to prevent anyone from seeing her vulnerable side.
The young lady used to be such a proud and happy person, but after what happened half a year ago, she seemed like a different person. I haven't seen her smile truly happily for a long time.
Sister Qiu looked at the time with concern. There was still a quarter of an hour left, so she turned around and walked out quietly.
Finally...finally I made it through.
She panted softly, took out the purple handkerchief beside her and gently wiped the sweat.
"Miss!" She turned around and saw Sister Qiu, looking at her lovingly.
"Go take a bath. I've prepared the water for you."
She was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Sister Qiu."
Sister Qiu is so nice, always so considerate. In fact, I am really happy, but I didn’t know how to cherish it before, so I lost some things that I may never find again...
In the white bathtub, immersed in fairy-tale bubbles and warm water, she lay on her back, her snow-white skin turned slightly pink by the steam.
She quietly looked at the round mirror opposite the bathtub. In the mirror was a beautiful girl, her face was so beautiful that it was amazing.
It was a very beautiful mirror, made in Europe. Surrounding the mirror was a circle of intricate and beautiful wooden patterns. The retro and noble style often gave her the illusion that she was a princess of a European royal family.
Princess, princess... a sad smile appeared on her lips again. She looked at her right arm hidden under the foam, and gently, gently raised it inch by inch.
The girl in the mirror also raised her right arm inch by inch.
The girl's shoulders were round, white, and glowed with a healthy pink luster. But...
Her right arm was covered with scars! The more she raised her arm, the more scars appeared! It was shocking! However, she still gritted her teeth and raised it inch by inch until her right arm was completely exposed to the air.
What kind of arm is this? It is covered with scars like rose vines. Once you see it for the first time, you can’t bear to look at it a second time.
What kind of disaster did the owner of this arm suffer?
The girl in the mirror suddenly smiled again, her beauty so sad and beautiful that it was beyond words.
"Look, look, I have become like this." She said to herself, "Can I still see you?"
In the past, her favorite thing was to take a bath, play in the fluffy white foam, and admire her own beauty in the mirror. She even hung a string of wind chimes in the bathroom and happily listened to the tinkling sounds while taking a bath.
But now, what she fears most is taking a bath.
Facing the mirror, she could no longer escape the fact that she had been hiding during the day. Her right arm, covered with scars like rose vines, quietly slid into the snow-white foam again.
The colorful bubbles are still flying in the soft light.
The green wind chimes kept ringing, making clear and pleasant sounds.
"The lady is out." Sister Qiu hurried over and helped wipe Yi Ge's hair with a large bath towel. Yi Ge could only use her left hand, so it was very difficult to wipe her hair.
Yige obediently let Sister Qiu wipe her hair. Sister Qiu sighed silently while wiping. Every time the young lady washed her hair, her face was always pale. She certainly knew the reason... Poor child...
Yige lay quietly on her bed.
Very tired, she fell asleep immediately...
She walked on the path covered with green vines. The air was fresh and she felt very comfortable. For some reason, she suddenly felt a certain expectation in her heart. Sure enough, she heard the bright metallic sound of the saxophone. She heard the sound of her own heart beating, as beautiful and gorgeous as a summer flower.
Following the sound, she saw a handsome young man playing the saxophone. He was the man she had been dreaming about every day.
The man was playing the guitar with great devotion, and she stared at him blankly.
He obviously noticed someone coming, and he gently put down his saxophone, turned around, and looked at her with clear eyes, as gently and attentively as before.
"Yige." The man called her gently.
She was startled for a moment, then came to her senses and suddenly wanted to hide her right arm, but there was nowhere to hide. Now, he could clearly see her right arm with scars like rose vines. She almost wanted to crawl into the ground. How could she let him see her like this?
He smiled gently, walked forward, and gently, as if holding a fragile piece of porcelain, picked up her right hand and placed it on his chest.
"Yi Ge," he said softly, his voice as gentle as a ballad, "You told me that your right hand has the ability to listen to love. Now, come and listen to my heart, the love in my heart..."
She looked into his eyes infatuatedly, and he looked at her lovingly and smiled.
However, her hands gradually became weak and dropped from his chest.
She turned her head away, not daring to look at his injured face again, but she still couldn't escape his pained eyes.
"Yi Ge, why do you treat me like this, why are you so cruel... " His handsome face was suddenly filled with sadness, and she no longer had the courage to look at his face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She shook her head in panic and ran away.
He shouted from behind: "Yi Ge, why are you so cruel?" The voice broke her heart.
"I'm sorry!" She sat up suddenly and woke up. It turned out to be a nightmare.
Her head was already covered with sweat.