The phone was answered, but it was Winnie's voice that came through.
"Cheryl, please, can you stop bothering Brother?
"You caused him to lose his parents, but you can't help him with anything. Can you please stop causing him trouble?"
I stood still, stunned, as the phone was hung up at some point.
It turns out that in his heart, I am just a troublemaker, a harmful person!
I used to be the baby he held in his hands.
He gave me my name, saying that he would treat me well for a lifetime.
Feeling alternately hot and cold, my consciousness became a bit hazy, and I fell onto the sofa.
In a daze, a familiar figure broke in and anxiously and gently picked me up.
His embrace was so warm.
A deep and pleasant voice sounded in my ear.
"Cheryl, wake up, little dear, the sun is shining on your butt!"
I struggled to open my eyes, only to see the cold rental room.
The conspicuous blood on the floor and the tightly closed door reminded me that everything just now was a dream.
It was just a dream mad by a dying lonely person.
The day had already dawned, I touched my forehead and it was still very hot.
I went to the hospital with a stiff body and was scolded by the doctor.
"With your body, you dare to get caught in the rain, do you still want to live?"
Although he had a stern face, I felt the long-lost warmth.
The doctor asked me to stay in the hospital for two days for observation.
When I went to go through the admission procedures, I coincidentally ran into Cheyne.
Although he was wearing a mask, I still recognized him at a glance.
He also saw me, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
I suddenly felt a little scared.
I was afraid that he really knew that I was going to die, and I was afraid I would be his trouble again.
But I had a faint expectation. If he knew that I was going to die, would he be a little nicer to me, even just a little bit?
I was lost in thought, as if it had been a long time, but it was just a moment.
A delicate figure walked out of the pharmacy and approached him, holding his arm.
"Brother, the medicine is ready, let's go!"
My aunt, Winnie's mother, also died in that car accident.
Winnie's father quickly recovered from the pain and married a new wife. That family could no longer accommodate Winnie, so she moved to our house.
Three children supported the entire Jones family.
After Winnie came, everything changed silently.