Deepest affection reserved for his sister.

“Dear, it's time to rest a while now. Afterwards, we'll give you a lot of chocolates and toys. Please get well soon; otherwise, mama and papa will be upset, alright?" Rose nodded obediently, a faint but hopeful smile gracing her lips. This look with innocent face but clean and mature smile made her look very sweet. Catherine, overflowing with care, comforted her fondly, repeating her soothing words before reluctantly departing to ask for their personal doctor to come. They were in urgent need to have a private talk. So, both left leaving Rose to have a rest alone. Their questions must have alarmed their little child.

The room was still. Everything unmoved. The fluttering cold wind from the window. The clear hue of sunlight. So real. After the serene silence, Rose moved, her movements tentative as she stripped the injected small pipes on her arms. She didn't even flinch while doing so and rose from the bed, only to falter and stumble back, dizzy and disoriented. After a moment, she steadied herself and stood up again. She cast an observant eye around the unfamiliar room.

She went to the bathroom noticing nothing unusual. Right after she entered her eyes fell on a person. As her gaze fell upon the mirror, she recoiled in shock at the sight that greeted her. Clad in hospital gown, her head swathed in bandages, she looks fragile. The recollection of her head on the rock before the icy plunge into the pond flooded back, making her head spin once more. She left the bathroom with slow movements. It's unknown if she felt terrified or her brain is slow to understand. She approached the nearby table and looked above it. Her eyes alighted upon a calendar hanging nearby, the date clearly etched in bold:"12th December 2022." She remained unfazed with a blank face. But inside a silent scream of disbelief coursed through her. Is this reality? Has she somehow returned to her past self? Question about the existence of God flickered through her mind, her suspicion lingering despite the apparent normalcy of her surroundings. Yet despite her vigilant scrutiny, the room showed nothing extraordinary.

Her sight stopped at the running time. It is ten AM. The clock ticked and Rose just watch it pass. Few moments later she sighed. touching her bandaged head she smiled. It was an empty smile. Blessed with a second chance at life, I vow not to squander this precious gift. My initial priority lies in pursuit of relentless study, every moment dedicated to the acquisition of knowledge. In her previous life, she had seen countless people with looks and status but nothing of that compares to knowledge. The education is the key to every door. Her situation was worsening in her past because she had no education nor an etiquette. She was a standing still doll. Controlled by others to receive disgrace. Revenge, however, can wait for a time being, for in the narrow-mindedness and their insatiable greed will lead to the precision of my revenge plan. Yet, to study in this life remains most important goal, it will expand my opportunity to hunt every pray I have in my mind. She still remembered how much she was humiliated, berated, and degraded due to her no education mind.

“This time, there won't be any errors.” she mumbled looking out of the window. The contortion of her lips wove a wicket, jagged smile, resembling the vivid hue of madness and malice, while the gaze from her eyes remained an icy, unyielding coldness, starkly contrasting the wildness etched upon her lips.

As she grasped the reality of her circumstances, a subtle shift swift through her- a quiet resolve steadied her emotions, and a genuine smile bloomed on her face, casting away the remnants of the earlier stormy expression. With a determined and serene demeanor, she retreated to her bed, mindful not to add worry to her parent's burden. The madness covered itself behind her calmness. Rose didn't even realize that she is no longer the same person she was before. Human nature is honestly terrifying. It can make a person frightening to this level that they cannot feel anything, but manipulative is at its peak.

Moments drifted by, later by the distant echoes of hastened footsteps could be heard. Suddenly, the door flung open, revealing a hurriedly summoned doctor, entered the room in a flurry. Her parent's worried faces were a blend of anxiety and hope, while her elder brother who seemed to return from his school has their eyes darting at her and doctor, searching for reassurance in them.

He is very cute but cold young boy. For Jack to have to this attitude is all because he was surrounded by schemers. He could see through their deceptive faces. Sadly, his sister couldn't, and she died miserably. It is a bitter truth that Rose will never let it surface in this life. Her face remained passive to every movement of the doctors and nurses.

As she observed the three doctors bustling around alongside the four attentive nurses, a sense of Paramnesia washed over her. It mirrored a past experience when she, in her obliviousness, underestimated the severity of her injury. In her youthful ignorance, she persistently clamored to see Boyle and her grandparents, inadvertently causing distress to her worried parents. Disregarding their pleas for her to remain in the hospital, she fled, leaving a trail of concern behind. Those were stupid acts she really doubts that the past girl was she. It was a shame which she won't be able to wash for eternity. Apart for it nothing will go wrong. Vowing silently within herself, she promised to heed this punitive past, determined not to cause pain to her devoted parents and caring brother this time around.

Jack's face twisted with concern, his furrowed brow due to his worry as he enveloped her in a tight, immediate embrace, seeking assurance in the completion of the doctors' tests. He asked breaking the hug, "Sister, how are you feeling now?" He bit his lips nervously and asked, "Do you still experience any discomfort in your head or back?" The Doctor had said that she was gravely injured on her head and back. They are the vital part of human body. Jack is naturally concern about her.

Shaking her head, she said with a calm expression “I'm not in pain, and it doesn't hurt.”

Before Jack and others could have a sigh of relief Dr. John's furrowed brow, his concern clear as he observed her condition. His voice patient as he asked slowly, "There's no pain? But the anesthesia effect has waned long ago, and your fever shows no sign of easing off. Quite peculiar," he murmured, his voice tinged with confusion. With a thorough check-up and a series of probing questions, he prescribed a cocktail of medicines tailored to her symptoms. As swiftly as he appeared, he departed, advising her tenderly to take care, his departure leaving an air of uncertainty without a single word of discharge.

Rose remained remarkably calm despite the anticipated pain, registering no sensation as the needle pierced her skin. She only perceived a faint tickling sensation, utterly devoid of any discomfort. Her calm response unsettled the onlookers, result in concern due to the startling abnormality of her reaction during the procedure. The nurses dare not to think or say anything aloud. With pale face they left hurriedly.

Both father and mother were concern, their worry evident in their protective demeanor towards her. Offering a reassuring glance, they softly excused themselves, mentioning they were off to bring some light food. Their anxiety about their daughter's health outcome was evident in every gesture and whispered conservation. Their hopes seemed to rest on Dr. John, a figure revered, for his remarkable expertise in medicine, embodying an expansive understanding that offered a glimmer of hope in their anxious hearts.

Leo asked, "What's wrong with my daughter?" For him to ask this is all because the earlier act of Doctor John was enough to let him take a guess.

Dr. John gently clasped his hands together, his eyes fixed on the worried faces of Mr. and Mrs. "Your daughter, Rose presents a unique case," he began with a soft tone, carefully choosing his words." Due to her recent incident, her head and back suffered severe injuries. As a consequence, she's lost the ability to feel pain. This might initially sound like a relief, but the underlying situation is precarious." He paused and added with a sigh, "When Rose was brought in, she was battling an alarmingly high fever, unfortunately she must have struck to some hard rock which damaged her peripheral nerves, spinal cord, and brain, resulting in the loss of her sense of pain."

His expression turned grave as he continued, "While it might seem advantageous at first glance, this condition known as Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis [CIPA], pose significant risks. Rose won't sense pain, be it from fever or even a stab wound. It's dangerous for her to lead a life considered normal." He leaned in a bit closer, his voice low, "This information cannot be shared. If Rose were to encounter an injury or fever, she wouldn't feel it, putting her at immense risk." He paused again, absorbing the weight of his words before adding, "As of now, there's no cure for CIPA. Patient with this condition have an average lifespan of 25 years." With a solemn nod, he concluded, "You'll need to be vigilant about every action to ensure Rose's safety. Preventing any sort of injury is crucial for her well-being." Dr. John reached for his prescription pad, jotting down specific medications, a frail attempt to address some of the symptoms while acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

As Dr. John's somber words echoed, a chill settled over innocent parents, freezing their ability to respond. A sense of foreboding crept in; they sensed a shadow lurking over their daughter, yet the severity of the situation had blindsided them. Their daughter, a mere nine-year-old, seemed too young to fight with such a daunting illness. Their faces drained of color, portraying a mix of shock and worry, as they trudged out of the hospital, their steps heavy with the weight of uncertainty. Their minds raced with questions, the gravity of the situation sinking in with each passing moment. Seeking peace, they wandered toward the nearest eatery, but their appetite was overshadowed by the turmoil within.

As they struggled with their desperation, the two children engaged in a serious conversion. Jack's concern tone reflected in his words, "Does sister want some water? You have been asleep for three days; you should drink more." Rose responded with a genuine, heartfelt smile, "Brother, I've missed you terribly. I don't feel thirsty; I just want to be with you."

"How can you not be thirsty? A sick patient like you must drink lots of water to stay healthy." As Jack rose to fetch some water, a wave of agony swept through him, an ache so profound that he almost unleashed tears. The haunting image of finding his sister submerged left him trembling, unable to think about the possibility. The mere thought of a life without Rose was an abyss he couldn't bear to think into. A dedicated bookworm, Jack spent entire days immersed in library, ceaselessly engaged. Every spare moment he found; he sought out Rose to engage in playful activities. undeniably, his deepest affection and love were reserved for his cherished sister, Rose.

Moreover, in his heart, he always wanted to warn her from playing with Boyle, but maybe she will not listen to him or even can get angry at his words. Lost in contemplation, he remains oblivious to his sister's astute gaze, failing to realize that she had already deciphered his unspoken intentions merely by observing the contemplative furrow of his brow.

With the deliberative grace, she swayed her hand before her brother, the motion unhurried. Her tender voice, shaped by her mere nine years, carried a sweet childlike cadence that added an adorable charm to her gentle call of "Brother." As the sound of "Brother" reached his ears from Rose, his heart softened, melting within him like warm wax. Whether Rose talk with him or not doesn't matter, a firm resolve welled up within him; he felt compelled to say everything for her sake, prioritizing her awareness of those around her, regardless of their interaction. Her safety is the main concern.

He drew in a deliberative breath, and said, "Sister, Boyle and our grandparents aren't who you think they are. Be careful around them. They are not good people." He advised, his straightforward nature cutting through any inclination for subtlety.

Then, he observed her expression but to his surprise, there is simply a smile on her face. Rose slowly mumbled “Brother I knew it a long time ago, but you know I'm always alone without any friends and not a single person is with me to play. It is tiring to be alone I want to go to school so there I can make many friends, so I'll not be alone anymore. I won't play with them anymore.” She explained it so naively that Jack don't know what to do. Thus, immediately hugged her and kissed her gently like their father, on her forehead.