You're really something, Jian You

  As if it were unbelievable, she poured the pills from the small porcelain bottle into her palm, and the crimson pills rolled around in her palm, emitting a strange and mysterious fragrance.

  As she looked at the pill in her palm, the blood color on her face gradually faded away, becoming as pale as the porcelain bottle in her hand. Her legs softened and she fell to the ground with a thud.

  How wonderful!

  Her brother Jian You actually eats this kind of thing!

  No wonder!

  No wonder he's so thin!

  She should have thought of it earlier, shouldn't she?

  A pale complexion to the point of anemia, abnormal dark circles under the eyes, a spine so thin it's almost imperceptible to the touch - aren't these all aftereffects of long-term use of this stuff?

  She should have thought of it easily, because she had read so many medical books over the years.

  But she didn't think that way at all, because Jian You was her beloved younger brother, the one she grew up with since childhood, and she had never thought he would become so decadent!

  Anger, disappointment, heartache and even despair, all sorts of emotions surged up to her mind, almost bursting her heart.

  She sat on the cold floor, her hands clenched tightly around the porcelain bottle, until the overwhelming despair flooded over her like a tidal wave...

  At noon, the four of them, Duan Lvxin and others, came back from school as usual, laughing and chatting. As soon as they entered the door, they found Jing Tian'er sitting on the sofa with an unusually silent and bowed head. They walked closer, but she didn't even lift her head to greet them.

  Such a sweet girl makes them very unaccustomed.

  Jing Tian'er has always been lively and cheerful, wherever she goes, laughter follows, and when talking to them, the smile on her face is always sweet, making them feel that the air is filled with a honey-like sweetness.

  Duan Lvxin quickly walked over, reached out to touch her forehead and softly asked: "Does it hurt badly? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

  Jing Tian'er didn't say a word, nor did she lift her head. Jian You crouched down gently in front of her, placing his hand on her knee, "Sister, where are you uncomfortable? Tell us, okay?"

  They all knew that Jing Tian'er had taken a sick leave today, thinking that her body was in severe pain, which is why she was so silent.

  Jing Tian'er slowly raised her head, her black and shiny eyes seemed to have been tempered in icy water, exceptionally cold. She slowly opened the palm of her left hand, revealing a thin white porcelain bottle, staring at Jian You and asking slowly: "You, tell me, what is this?"

  Jian You's face turned pale, the originally pale complexion instantly lost all its blood color, his thin lips trembled slightly. Before he could utter a word in response, Jing Tian Er slapped him hard on the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. "Jian You! You dare! Eat this!... You really dare! How could you feed me this!"

  She pointed at him, her lips purple with rage, her whole body shaking violently.

  To be honest, when they first met, those two slaps were just a show, the force was not enough to kill a mosquito. But this slap just now, she used all her strength, and Sim You's mouth was filled with blood, dizzy and disoriented, and his vision went black.

  Before he could recover, Jing Tian'er grabbed his hair and dragged him towards the stairs.

  Seeing the 1.8-meter-tall Jian You being grabbed by the hair by the 1.6-meter-tall Jing Tian'er, he could only bend his waist and follow her with a stumbling gait. Hoswell, who had just come back to his senses from shock, was furious and wanted to rush over, but was pulled back by Duan Lüye.

  "Old Big!" Hos's eyes were on fire.

  They were brothers, when had they ever been treated with such contempt and bullied by others?