On the day Pei Yang left the hospital, warm sunlight gilded its white walls. Feng Wanting was still too busy to show up, so Yin Sufang came to pick him up.
He had recovered enough to move around freely, but Yin Sufang had somehow borrowed a wheelchair and insisted that he sit in it so he could wheel him out.
Pei Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I injured my upper body, not my lower body," he said helplessly.
Yin Sufang turned a deaf ear, his gaze stubborn. "Just sit."
He firmly pressed Pei Yang into the wheelchair and pushed him out of the hospital.
Outside, the driver Feng Wanting had sent had been waiting for some time, a luxurious van parked quietly by the entrance. Once Yin Sufang got in, he looked around, casually snapping photo after photo of the car logo and the exquisite interior with his phone. He took countless selfies, ready to post them on his social feed.
He deftly opened a photo-editing app, clicking his tongue as he edited. "Bestie, you've really married into money."
Pei Yang watched helplessly as Yin Sufang edited his handsome original photo into a pale-faced, girlish boy.
"...I've never really understood why you edit your photos to look... like that." Not understanding, Pei Yang simply asked.
"Because it looks good. What do you know?"
Pei Yang really didn't understand. He offered some well-meaning advice. "Honestly, you look better without the editing."
"Hey, hey, hey, Pei Yang! Can you stop flirting with every man you see? I finally convinced myself to stop liking you. We're sisters now, understand? Sisters can't say things like that and give each other the wrong idea!"
Pei Yang: "...?"
Yin Sufang still refused to listen, continuing to edit according to his own tastes. He