Chapter 201

Afterward, Ye Xi said a lot more, but Qiao Suisui had no heart to listen anymore.

"What is your purpose in finding me?" she asked.

Ye Xi frowned and said: "I want to ask you to enter the game one more time. I will tell you everything I know about the game, only hoping you can change Anubis's ending."

"Why me?"

"Because the backend monitored that after you logged out, your world had a plot that completely deviated from the settings, and the main characters also had developments that were completely opposite to the original... INF Company suspects that in the world you saved, the characters underwent mutations and awakening, which affected the same character clones in other worlds. After all, they are all on the same server."

Qiao Suisui sneered faintly. She lowered her eyes, feeling sad for herself for being immersed in the game for this period of time. Clearly, there were a pile of problems to deal with in reality, yet she fell in love with a few paper people, and even almost stayed in the illusion forever... Everything was fake.

Her fingertips holding the coffee cup turned slightly white, and the sourness in her heart was indescribable.

"I'm not that important. I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Qiao Suisui stood up and planned to leave. When she walked past Ye Xi, her steps paused, and she turned her head to say to her: "We all deserve to be loved in reality."

After saying this, she didn't linger or hesitate anymore and left directly.

What was the point of restarting a game? It was just repeating their fake love and saving a fabricated person.

Qiao Suisui's reason warned her not to think about anything related to the game anymore, but her heart couldn't help but ache, as if she had forcibly picked off the scab on a wound, watching her own emotions bleed and fester with her own eyes.

She forgot how she returned to the hotel, only knowing that after returning, she slept for the whole afternoon without knowing anything, and then woke up in a high fever.

Outside the door came Qiao Jiming's anxious knocking.

"Sister, open the door, it's me."

Qiao Suisui got out of bed, dizzy and unsteady, almost falling to the floor. She leaned against the wall, moved to the door, and opened it.

Qiao Jiming saw her pale face and tottering body, immediately supported her shoulders, picked her up horizontally, and closed the door with his foot.

"Why are you here?" She only discovered her voice was hoarse when she spoke.

"You didn't answer my call."

He placed her gently on the bed and touched her forehead with his hand, finding her body temperature shockingly hot.

Qiao Jiming's face was dark. Without a word, he went into the bathroom, then quickly came out with a wet, cool towel and laid it on her forehead.

Qiao Suisui watched him search everywhere, not knowing what he was looking for, and was too lazy to ask. She had no strength now, so she closed her eyes and curled up in the quilt. After a while, she heard the air conditioner constantly making "beep-beep-beep" sounds; it was Qiao Jiming adjusting the temperature.

She didn't want to pay attention and fell asleep again before long.

She didn't know how long had passed when she felt a chill on her body. Opening her eyes, she saw Qiao Jiming using alcohol to wipe her neck and palms.

Noticing she was awake, Qiao Jiming gently picked her up and placed her on his lap, wrapped her in a quilt, and then the hand holding the towel reached into her clothes from under the quilt.

Qiao Suisui's back touched the cold towel, and she shivered all over.

"What are you..."

"This way the fever will go down faster."

"I, I'll do it myself."

"Can you reach?"

Qiao Jiming was no longer as compliant as usual. He directly wrapped his arm around her head, letting her lie on his shoulder, and wiped her back gently with his other hand. The places where the alcohol wiped were both cold and hot. Qiao Suisui's back was stiff, feeling that even as siblings, such actions were a bit too much.

Her hands braced on his shoulders, trying to break free, but the next second she was hugged by the waist by Qiao Jiming.

"Don't move anymore."

His voice had also become hoarse at some point.

Qiao Jiming sat on the chair, Qiao Suisui sat on him. He was a normal man in his prime; at this moment, the thoughts he had been carefully hiding for many years were almost impossible to hide.

After wiping her back, Qiao Jiming carried her back to bed, covered her with the quilt, stuck a cooling patch on her forehead, and boiled water for her to drink with a new kettle.

Qiao Suisui looked at the things on the table: mineral water, a water cup, fever medicine, cooling patches, a thermometer, medical alcohol, new towels, and a new kettle, as well as other daily necessities—all bought by Qiao Jiming just now when he went downstairs.

She had known his attentiveness since she was a child.

But she didn't know that Qiao Jiming had never been this attentive to anyone other than her.

She looked at this boy busy back and forth in the room. She didn't know when his shoulders and back had become so broad, nor did she know when he had started rarely calling her "Sister," and even never called her that when they were outside.

Qiao Suisui had hated him since she was a child.

Good-looking, good grades, would act obedient in front of adults. No matter what good things there were, Mother Qiao always gave them to him first, and when it came to Qiao Suisui, it was always demanding that she unconditionally yield to her younger brother in everything.

Yet Qiao Jiming seemed not to see her hatred, always sticking to her.

Whatever Mother Qiao gave him, he would turn around and give it to Qiao Suisui. Every time they were disciplined, it was Qiao Jiming who blocked from the middle. If he couldn't block it, he would be punished with her. Usually, at this time, Mother Qiao couldn't bear to hit them anymore, and in the end, it would be left unsettled.

The sentence he said to her most often when he was a child was—

"Sister, when I grow up, we'll move out. Just the two of us. By then, you can do whatever you want, and no one will manage us anymore."

"What are you staring blankly at? Where are you uncomfortable?"

Qiao Jiming's voice interrupted her memories. The boy's long, fair hand touched her head. Qiao Suisui met his worried eyes, and suddenly a sense of apology surged in her heart.

"Jiming, I've been very bad to you, haven't I?"

Qiao Jiming was stunned, then laughed. He sat by her bed, leaned over, stroked her head, and helped her smooth out her messy long hair.

"Not bad. It's I who have wronged you." The boy's eyes were filled with gentle guilt. "It's I who took away Mom's love, making you suffer many grievances. But it doesn't matter..." *I will love you doubly. * Qiao Jiming said in his heart.

Perhaps being sick makes one fragile, or perhaps Qiao Suisui had truly let go. She no longer stared only at the unloved past, falling into sadness she couldn't extricate herself from. Now, she focused more on what she possessed.

She possessed a young and healthy body;

She possessed the major she liked and a future full of expectations; she possessed a life where she was about to be independent and not look at anyone's face; she possessed Qiao Jiming's indulgence and care for decades; she possessed a sincere and honest bosom friend like Lin Xixi;

She possessed the protection and appreciation from a heaven-favored child like Guan Weizhi;

Most importantly, she possessed the courage and determination to live well regardless of whether she was in favorable or adverse circumstances.

Actually, she possessed a lot. Why had she never noticed it before? I believe that by now, readers know what I want to express. Girls, bloom in reality! You can immerse yourself in fantasy, but don't keep fantasizing. Go fight for yourself in reality. Don't be anyone's NPC; just be the protagonist in your own world. Come on.

(End of chapter)