Sojourn

Shen Nian'an (the protagonist is a fake daughter, a girl, with an arrogant personality, not much thought, she is said to be caring, but in fact her adoptive father and adoptive mother are often away from home on business trips and are in need of love), Lin Wanqing (the protagonist is a girl, with a gentle personality, secretly evil and sinister, and extremely possessive. Both her adoptive father and adoptive mother passed away. They were not good to her at all, and her original family was very bad, so Very possessive) Shen Yuzhou (Lin Wanqing's biological father, Shen Nian'an's adoptive father, has an irritable personality and impure thoughts) Liu Lan (Shen Nian'an's adoptive mother, Lin Wanqing's biological mother, has a gentle personality, is frail and sick, and loves Lin Wanqing even more) Shen Jiawang (Shen Nian'an's brother, although not his biological brother, is particularly fond of Shen Nian'an, dotes on his sister, and has a sometimes arrogant and sometimes gentle personality) Attention! The two protagonists are not biological sisters Intention: Most people want to monopolize all my emotions, all my sights, all my tenderness. But all this was perfectly hidden. No one knows, and I have no way of noticing. In my eyes, this is just the most caring, gentle and considerate love from a sister to her sister. Saturday morning. The early summer sunshine is bright and gentle, passing through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows and pouring into the spacious and elegant living room layer by layer. Light soft light covers off-white sofas, smooth marble floors, and wood-colored furniture. The entire villa is clean, bright, quiet, and soothing. Today is a day off. Shen Yuzhou still travels to other provinces on business. This has been the norm all year round. Liu Lan has been suffering from a recurrence of her old illness recently. She is physically weak and feels dizzy and weak in the morning. She has been recuperating in the bedroom upstairs and is unwilling to go downstairs to walk around. The servants at home perform their duties, move slowly and do not dare to make any noise. Shen Jiawang temporarily went to a neighboring city yesterday to participate in a competition exchange and will not return until tonight. A huge villa, quiet and quiet. There are only two people, Lin Wanqing and me. I stepped on soft cotton mops and wore a loose light gray home sweater, rubbing my sleepy eyes and walking slowly down the spiral staircase. When he had just woken up, he was a bit lazy and carefree, with the usual arrogance in his eyebrows. His whole appearance looked careless and relaxed. When I went downstairs, I immediately saw Lin Wanqing sitting at the dining table. She sits upright and elegant, with a straight back, long black and silky hair draped loosely on her shoulders, and a soft and clean side face. The morning light falls on her thick and long eyelashes, casting shallow and fine shadows. Her whole body is as gentle as if she is immersed in warm water, quiet and healing. She was eating breakfast quietly, her movements were gentle, graceful, and slow, and her every move was gentle and appropriate. When she heard the sound on the stairs, she immediately raised her eyes and looked over. Those clean and gentle eyes fell on me, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared. The eyes were so soft, and the tone was soft and watery: "Are you awake? You went to bed late last night, did you not sleep well?" I walked over slowly, and because of my arrogant temperament, I was too lazy to speak softly, so I just said "hmm" casually, pulled out a chair and sat down. My attitude has always been the same, cold and casual, not good at being coquettish or showing weakness. Others might think that I am cold and unapproachable. But Lin Wan had already gotten used to it. She never minded my arrogant little temperament. Instead, the smile in her eyes deepened. She reached out and pushed the warm milk to my hand, and moved a few delicate snacks that I loved towards me: "It's just warm. They are all your favorite flavors. Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." The sun fell on her white fingertips, so gentle that they were unbelievable. I lowered my head and looked at the table full of breakfast that suited my preferences. My heart was soft, but my mouth was still tough. I didn't show any emotion on my face. I just picked up the snack and took a bite. The taste is just right, the sweetness and texture are all what I'm most used to. It has been like this day after day for eight years. She always remembers my taste, always prioritizes my preferences, and always puts me first. While I was eating, I casually chatted, "Mom, you're not awake yet?" "Auntie is feeling heavy. She's not feeling well today. It would be better to sleep a little longer." Lin Wanqing replied softly, with a gentle and considerate tone, "I just went up to check on her, and she slept peacefully. Don't worry." I nodded and didn't ask any more questions. This kind of daily life at home has long been accustomed to it. Stand up. I'm not afraid to pretend to be calm and tell myself it's just a common electrical fault. But the dark, empty, quiet and lifeless environment always accurately pokes at the soft spots deep in my heart that I never expose. Eight years of well-fed and flamboyant life have cultivated my fearless appearance. But it can't fill the hole I felt when I was little, having no one to accompany me, no one to tell me the truth, and being alone habitually. But I suppressed all the strange emotions and still maintained my nonchalant look. I didn't make any sound or move, so as not to let anyone notice. In the darkness, the surroundings became eerily quiet for a moment. The servant whispered in surprise in the distance. He stood up carefully to check the electric switch. The sound of footsteps was faint and far away. Lin Wanqing, who was sitting opposite me, was not at all flustered from beginning to end. She wasn't surprised, didn't get up, didn't panic, and didn't even have a wave of breath. In the completely dark light, she still sat quietly, her posture calm and calm, too quiet. After a few seconds of silence. The moment I was still calm and ready to say that the circuit breaker must have tripped. A warm hand covered the back of my hand with precision, gentleness, and determination. Her palms were warm, wrapping my hand firmly through the thin fabric.