Chapter 5: Are You Happy Now?

At that moment, Jian Yuncheng noticed Jian Yiling standing at the doorway of the hospital room. He quickly got up and walked over to her. 

Jian Yuncheng was over six feet tall, and the fifteen-year-old Jian Yiling looked especially small beside him, her head barely reaching his chest. She wore a simple white sweater, her fair face resembling that of a fluffy little white rabbit. Unfortunately, her appearance belied a heart that was likely darkened by a lot of pain. 

"Go in and apologize," he said, his tone simple and authoritative, leaving no room for dissent. 

"He'll be angry and upset," Jian Yiling replied, her voice sounding somewhat childish. She didn't want to sound so soft and delicate, but this body was only fifteen, and her voice reflected that. 

Her speech was slow, almost syllable by syllable, because communicating with family felt so foreign to her. 

"Now you realize he might get angry and upset? Did you think about that before you did this? Anger and upset are the least of it!" Jian Yuncheng's eyes were red, his entire demeanor radiating a chilling intensity. 

"I'm not afraid of him being angry or blaming me," Jian Yiling explained. "I just think that if he gets upset, it'll be bad for his hand." 

She planned to heal his hand; it couldn't be further damaged. If it got worse, it might not be salvageable. 

"When did you become so stuttery? Are you scared?" Jian Yuncheng asked. 

Jian Yiling's natural voice, combined with her slow and halting speech, led Jian Yuncheng to mistakenly believe she was afraid and timid. 

She didn't explain; she wasn't scared—she was just not good at communicating with family. In her previous life, she saw her parents only once a year, and the total number of words exchanged couldn't have reached ten. 

Since she had become aware of her surroundings, she had lived in the research institute, spending most of her time in the lab, engaged in work discussions with little personal interaction. 

Jian Yuncheng warned Jian Yiling coldly, "I don't care if you're scared or genuinely worried about Yunnao's feelings. You need to earn his forgiveness. If Yunnao doesn't forgive you, then I won't forgive you either." 

Jian Yuncheng was a man of his word; what he said would come to pass. Even Jian Shuxing and Wen Nuan couldn't sway his decision. 

Jian Yiling nodded slightly. 

"Go apologize now," Jian Yuncheng insisted, still determined that Jian Yiling should apologize to Jian Yunnao. "I'll be watching over Yunnao's injured right hand." 

Finally, Jian Yiling stepped into the hospital room. 

Upon seeing her, Jian Yunnao's anger flared, and if not for Jian Yuncheng holding him back, he would have jumped out of bed. 

"Jian Yiling! Are you satisfied now?! I'm disabled! I'll never play the piano again! My life is ruined! Are you happy?!" Jian Yunnao shouted, his voice loud and filled with rage. 

Jian Yiling didn't shy away; she stood there and accepted his anger. 

Seeing her calm demeanor only fueled Jian Yunnao's rage. 

Having lost the most important thing in his life—his hands—Jian Yunnao was engulfed in a dark cloud of despair. 

His life, his pride, his dreams—they were all shattered! 

And it all began when Jian Yiling had dragged him into an argument. 

He was angry, he was heartbroken, and he hated her! 

In a fit of rage, Jian Yunnao seized a nearby food tray with his uninjured left hand and hurled it at Jian Yiling's head. 

She didn't duck. She stood there, unflinching, allowing the tray to crash against her. 

The sound echoed painfully in the small room, but Jian Yiling remained steady, refusing to back down. 

Jian Yunnao's fury began to subside as he realized that his actions wouldn't change the reality of his situation. The overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over him, mingling with his rage and despair. 

"I hate you!" he shouted, tears brimming in his eyes, though they did not fall. 

"Yunnao, I'm sorry," Jian Yiling replied softly, her voice steady but full of remorse. "I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to help you." 

"Help? You call this help?" he spat, his chest heaving with emotion. "You ruined everything! I can't forgive you!" 

"I know," she said, her heart aching for him. "But please, let me make it right. I can help you recover. I'll find the best doctor. I promise." 

His gaze wavered for a moment, caught between his anger and the glimmer of hope she offered. 

"You think you can fix it? You think you can fix me?" he sneered, still fighting against the wave of emotions crashing over him. 

"I believe I can," Jian Yiling insisted, her eyes shining with determination. "I've seen and done this before. Just give me a chance." 

Jian Yunnao's expression was torn, a battle waging within him. 

As Jian Yiling continued to stand her ground, he could see sincerity in her eyes, something he hadn't noticed before amidst the turmoil. 

"Fine," he said reluctantly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "If you can really help me, I'll listen. But it won't be easy for you." 

"I understand," Jian Yiling nodded earnestly. "I'll work hard to earn your forgiveness. We're family, and I won't let you down." 

In that moment, a small but significant shift occurred in the room. The heavy air felt slightly lighter as a fragile thread of understanding began to weave itself between them. 

Though the road to recovery would be long and fraught with challenges, both siblings felt a newfound resolve to face it together. 

For the first time, there was hope amidst the darkness, a flicker of light that might guide them through the pain and into a future where they could heal—together.