A Gift for Pei Ziheng

Xia Ling got a shock and hurriedly wheeled Xia Yu back to her ward.

The ward was bright and spacious. It was the solitary VIP ward on the highest floor, with abundant sunlight pouring onto the parquet flooring through full-length window panes. In the corner of the room was a vase of red roses.

Xia Ling helped her onto the bed and got the nanny to call the doctor.

Xia Yu grabbed her hand and smiled weakly. "Sister, it's fine. I'm alright."

Xia Ling said, "You're a patient, you can't be wilful. It's better if we get the doctor to check on you."

Xia Yu looked away as she tried to conceal her anger. It was always the case, she had to follow her sister's wishes like a puppet with no soul! She hated this life, if only… Sister didn't exist anymore!

A few rose petals fell off.