The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Si Yimian stood there, watching Si Ningyou's back as she knelt on the carpet.

His shoulders were trembling, and he was crying as if he had suffered a great injustice.

She suddenly felt like laughing.

Some people kneel not because they admit their mistakes, but because they can no longer stand.

Si Ningyou wasn't kneeling before those she had hurt, but rather before her own crumbling life.

She suddenly felt a tightness in her throat and a sour feeling in her nose.

There was an indescribable sense of relief.

She lowered her head and whispered it in her heart.

The original owner's baby.

Did you see that?

We won.

The moon was very round tonight. It fell into the pool, was shattered by us, and then pieced itself back together.

Just like you were broken for so many years, and now you're growing back piece by piece.

You said you wanted to fly home.

You've arrived, but the journey was too arduous.

But it's okay, after the bitterness, all that's left is sweetness.

The moment she said those words, she felt a lightness on her shoulder.

It felt like something was being pulled out of my body.

She blinked, suppressing the sour feeling in her eyes.

He turned around and took the velvet box out of his bag.

The box was opened, and Canglan lay inside.

All eyes were drawn to them.

She walked up to Song Yuehua, squatted down, and placed the box on the old lady's lap.

"Grandma, this bracelet should be returned to you."

Song Yuehua looked down at the box on her lap, raised her fingers, and touched the edge of the box.

"this……"

Ruan Qiutang was also stunned, staring at the bracelet.

"Mianmian, didn't Canglan break?"

Si Yimian explained, "That's not Canglan; I bought it to wear for fun."

"Siyue thought I really liked Canglan, so she helped me take the picture."

Si Yimian pushed the box towards Song Yuehua again.

"But after thinking about it, I realized that this bracelet is more meaningful to Grandma."

"I wear it just as an accessory."

"You wear it as a keepsake."

Si Ningyou knelt on the ground, taking in the entire scene.

She looked at the bracelet and suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

His smile looked worse than his tears.

So the bracelet wasn't broken after all.

She was completely fooled from beginning to end.

Song Yuehua looked up at Si Yimian, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

She has shown favoritism towards this granddaughter for eight years.

From the day Si Yimian was found at the age of fifteen, she never gave this girl a kind look.

She always felt that this girl had killed her daughter, Ke Desi Jingyi, who never got to see her one last time before she died.

She used all the guilt she felt towards her daughter to make up for it with Si Ningyou.

He channeled all his guilt towards his granddaughter into indifference towards Si Yimian.

In the end, this child squatted here and handed her a bracelet worth seventy million right under her nose.

Song Yuehua stared at her for a long time.

The emotions in his eyes churned several times, like medicine that had been simmering for a long time, finally producing a bitter taste.

I wasn't good to you before.

There was no preamble, no explanation, just a straightforward statement.

"You've been back for eight years, and I've barely even looked at you properly."

"I'll pretend I didn't see you being wronged."

"When you have a conflict with your sister, I always feel that it's because you're being unreasonable."

The old lady paused, and then her lips twitched slightly.

"These eyes of mine have been on my face for decades, it's no different from being blind."

"Keep this bracelet."

Si Yimian was stunned: "Grandma..."

"The Huo family girl is right."

Song Yuehua looked up at Huo Siyue.

Huo Siyue stood ramrod straight, and upon receiving the old lady's gaze, she subconsciously straightened her chest.

You deserve the best.

Song Yuehua withdrew her gaze and looked at Si Yimian.

"Your grandmother has been mentally confused for many years, and she only woke up today."

She reached out and took Si Yimian's hand.

The old lady's palms were dry, with large knuckles, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"You wear the bracelet because you were meant to have it."

Si Yimian stared at her blankly.

In the original novel, Song Yuehua never uttered a single kind word to Si Yimian until her death.

Now she's standing right in front of me, holding my hand, saying, "Keep the bracelet."

Indeed, there are no people in this world who cannot change, only those who do not pay a painful enough price.

Song Yuehua reached out, opened the box, and took out the bracelet.

He pulled Si Yimian's wrist and slowly slipped it on.

The cool jade material pressed against the skin, glided over the wrist bone, and settled in the perfect position.

"nice."

Si Yimian looked down at the bracelet on her wrist.

She didn't act coy or refuse.

"Thank you, Grandma."

Song Yuehua patted the back of her hand and said nothing more.

Some things are best left unsaid; saying more would just sound insincere.

Si Ningyou knelt on the ground, watching all of this.

Every frame felt like someone was pricking her eyes with needles.

Suddenly, I felt like I'd been a joke all these years.

She used to sit in the main seat, while Si Yimian sat in the corner.

She disliked the cold corner and threw countless glares and made countless sarcastic remarks there.

Now that she's sitting in the corner, she realizes it's damn cold.

……

When Si Yimian came out of the presidential suite, the corridor was empty.

She had calmed Ruan Qiutang down and explained things to Si Congshan.

The rest are matters within the Si family, which she cannot and does not want to interfere with.

"Mianmian".

He Nanxian caught up from behind, his leather shoes making almost no sound on the carpet.

"I didn't know about tonight's events beforehand."

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"Um."

Si Yimian stopped and turned to look at him.

This man was indeed handsome, with gentle features, like a willow in March.

It bends when the wind blows, but it can straighten itself out and pretend nothing happened.

"Do you want to speak up for her, or do you want to find an outlet for your own guilt?"

"Neither."

He Nanxian remained silent for a few seconds.

I just wanted to say sorry to you.

"I should have done more back then."

"Brother Nanxian, you don't need to apologize or make amends."

Si Yimian interrupted him, her tone calm.

"You have no obligation to protect me, not before, and not in the future."

"What we have is, in the end, a marriage agreement."

"You have no feelings for me, and I have no feelings for you either."

"It would be better to cancel the engagement as soon as possible to avoid future trouble."

He Nanxian's pupils suddenly contracted, and he grabbed her wrist.

He couldn't control his strength, and his knuckles turned white.

"Mianmian, are you serious?"

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he spoke with difficulty.

Si Yimian looked down at the hand and slowly pulled it out.

Several red marks were left on the skin.

She rubbed her wrist, her voice still soft, but her words were cold.

"Yeah, you're thinking about someone else. What would it look like if I forced my way in? It's not like it's rush hour on the subway."

"I don't like you anyway, forcing it would be a waste of both of us..."

Before she could finish speaking, He Nanxian stepped forward and placed one hand on her ear.

He slammed his palm against the wall, making a dull thud.

With his other hand, he gripped her shoulder tightly, his fingers clenched tightly.

I disagree.

His voice was strained, and the last syllable was hoarse and torn.

Si Yimian was pressed against the wall, forced to look up at him.

This man, who usually had a gentle and refined demeanor, now had bloodshot eyes and was breathing heavily.

"Mianmian, this engagement is not a game. Be good."

His Adam's apple bobbed laboredly as his fingers slid down her shoulder and gripped her wrist.

As He Sichen turned around at the corner of the corridor, he stopped in his tracks.

He came upstairs looking for someone, only to stumble upon this scene.

His brother pinned him against the wall, so close that their breaths could almost touch.

He Sichen's heart clenched suddenly, and the temperature in his eyes plummeted.

The knuckles gripped the phone so tightly that they bulged out, and veins ran from the back of the hand all the way to the forearm.