"Could it be that because your body has been sick for a long time, your heart is also infected?"

A low female voice sounded softly.


Bentley seemed agitated, half of his body stiffened.

He slowly turned his head, from the window to the bed, with the knowledge he learned from elementary school, just a 45-degree angle, and his expression also changed significantly.

Raising his head, looking at the figure beside the bed, after a long while, he laughed at himself: "You came to see if I'm dead or not?"


By the bed, the woman was silent, quietly pulled the chair beside her, sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes glanced behind Bentley, she stood up, took the pillow on the sofa, pulled Bentley's upper body, said nothing, just placed the pillow behind Bentley.

"What are you doing? Sympathize with me? Pity me?"


Ashley looked at the person on the bed, his cheeks were sunken, looking for a long time, she could only vaguely see the handsome features of the past, if she only glanced at it, she almost wouldn't recognize Bentley in the crowd.

She raised her finger, gently buttoning Bentley's hospital gown.

 'What are you doing?" Bentley pursed his pale lips, his expression wary. The woman put down Bentley's hand that was on her arm, paused, and then gently unbuttoned Bentley's shirt, the collar fell, revealing a faint scar on his shoulder, the wound had healed, but it still left a terrifying scar.

'Do you remember, this scar, why did it appear?" The woman's deep voice slowly sounded. Bentley's shoulders trembled slightly, the scar was gently caressed by Ashley's fingers, it was so hot that he wanted to stay away.

'If you come here to reminisce, then there's no need. I'm about to die, do you want to reminisce with a sick person?"

Ashley didn't pay attention to Bentley's harsh words, her fingers gently caressed Bentley, not caring about Bentley, just continued to talk about herself: 'When I was young, my grandfather was still alive, I grew up under my grandfather's care since I was young."

 "You want to brag about how much grandpa doted on you? Ashley, Grandpa is gone, you've lost the grandpa who always doted on you a long time ago."

 The woman still ignored those harsh words and continued to say: "At that time, I admired you very much. My parents loved you very much. At that time, I was young, I didn't understand anything, I just thought that I had done something wrong, so my parents didn't like me.

So, I always tried to do everything well, I thought, if I was better than you, then my parents' caring eyes would be on me.

In fact, I was very stupid, my grandfather said, you are smarter than me, but I still refused to lose.

While you play, I learn other things, I don't know what is useful, or what is not.

At that time, I saw everything, I felt that I should learn, if I learned, I would become excellent, if I am excellent, my parents will love me like you.

I always thought so and did so.

But later, when I became more and more excellent, I found out that my parents disliked me more and more, I realized my parents didn't want me to be too talented.

I don't accept it, I am also my parents' child.

I don't accept it, so I get angry and make myself busy, and learn more things.

I also comfort myself, it's okay, my parents don't love me, but I still have my grandfather.

At that time, my grandfather was the most important person to me.

For a very long time, the only thing that made my life feel valuable was his affirmation, which made me feel, that I still have value, there are still people who love me in that house, it's not that no one loves me.

I still remember one time, my grandfather said, actually, I am smarter and more talented than you. And I saw the expectation in his eyes for me.

I just realized, my grandfather doesn't love me more.  But it's okay, Grandpa still loves me, it's okay."

From disbelief, Bentley gradually became quiet and listened. In the hospital room, he could only hear the woman's deep voice, slowly but with its rhythm, telling her story.

"But I hate you even more, sometimes I think you took away my parents, you already have parents, why did you come to take away my grandpa from me, I only have grandpa left."

The other woman didn't seem to be telling her own story, she was like an outsider, telling someone else's story.

"Do you remember this scar, where did it come from?" She turned away, looking at the reddish-brown scar, her index finger gently stroking it.

 Bentley was too weak, his face was pale as paper, and his lips moved slightly, after a long while, he said: 'I forgot."

By the bed, the woman smiled gently. 'In elementary school, I hid my family background, then when I entered school, I was bullied by the seniors.

After that, you found out, you dragged me into your bedroom, and you even pulled my shirt off very roughly, revealing the wounds under those clothes.

Bentley, it was then that I realized, it turns out you are very good at treating wounds.

After you treated my wound, you immediately kicked me out of the room.

I was afraid that you would tell Grandpa, and then Grandpa would be disappointed in me, thinking that I was useless. As a result, I was worried all day, seeing that Grandpa didn't scold me, I believed that you didn't tell on me.

After a long time, every day when I came home, I had wounds on my body, every day you dragged me back to your room to treat the wounds."

 The woman's fingertips used a little force, pressing on the scar on Bentley's shoulder: "This scar of yours, is from fighting with the thugs, it's because you took that knife for me that you got injured. Later, I feel that you are very formidable, you will protect me." 

Ashley asked Bentley in front of her: "Do you remember, when we fought, what did you say?" 

Bentley's eyes lit up. 

Ashley continued to say: "You said: Only I can bully my sister, no one else is allowed." 

The woman finished telling.