While showering, Yun Ya thought about last night’s events and shook her head. She reached out and touched the little steamed bun on her chest. She wrinkled her delicate little nose, wondering how much longer it would take to grow up. Thinking about Brother Yan’s disdainful look from the night before, she wished she could grow up immediately. But it was impossible; her body was only just beginning its second development. Three years should be enough, right? No matter how rambunctious their play became, both knew not to cross the line. Yun Ya understood this, and so did Brother Yan. Sighing again, she turned off the shower, dried her body, changed into clean clothes, and came out with her wet hair still dripping. She took a pill bottle from the innermost compartment of her bedside table, poured out a pill, and popped it into her mouth. Without drinking any water, she swallowed it down. Something came to her mind, so she took out her phone, opened the calendar, and checked the date. It was almost time again. She closed her eyes as a chill ran through her body. Hiding the pill bottle back in its place, she had just withdrawn her hand when the door suddenly opened from outside. Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat, but she nonchalantly turned her head. Yan Song frowned. What was she hiding just now? "Come here, I’ll dry your hair for you," said Yan Song as he plugged in the hairdryer and gestured for Yun Ya to come over. Yun Ya obediently walked over and sat down. The warm air tickled the back of her neck, and as she looked into the mirror at his handsome face, she pursed her lips and said, "Brother Yan, you stay home with Miaomiao in the morning. I have something to take care of and need to go out for a bit." Yan Song didn’t ask what it was about, just nodded, "Okay, go and come back quickly, I’ll be waiting for you at home for lunch." Kang Jinxian woke up at seven o’clock in the morning, greeted by an expanse of white, which left her stunned. It took a while before her frozen mind began functioning again, and last night’s events flooded into her consciousness. Her championship, her glory, her life—all were ruined. Clenching her fingers tightly around the blankets, veins bulging on the backs of her hands, she stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, engulfed in a profound despair. Kang Jinse walked in carrying a thermos of hot water. Seeing Kang Jinxian awake, she immediately rushed over, delighted: "Ah Xian, you’re finally awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? I’ll go get a doctor right now." Kang Jinxian’s eyes rotated, glaring daggers at Kang Jinse. Her gaze was filled with resentment and murderous intent, like a vengeful ghost from the depths of Hell, eager to tear her apart. Kang Jinse had anticipated this reaction and sighed, "Ah Xian, I don’t want to explain too much about last night. From now on, I’ll stay by your side. Let’s not dwell on the past anymore." "Kang Jinse, you’ve destroyed me and now spew these insincere words. Are you taking pleasure in my misfortune? Let me tell you, I will not be defeated. Just you wait," Kang Jinxian said, only to feel a wave of dizziness overcome her, her face turning frighteningly pale. With calmness, Kang Jinse said, "You’d better keep your spirits up right now; you can’t get excited or angry." Angrily laughing, Kang Jinxian looked at her absurdly: "Telling me to keep a happy mood now? How can you have the audacity to say that, and how could I possibly feel happy?" The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, and suddenly she coughed, a sweet, metallic taste flooding her mouth. Touching her lips, Kang Jinxian was stunned to see the stark red blood on her hand. "What is this?" She looked terrified, as if she had seen something horrifying. Kang Jinse came over to hold her, "Ah Xian, don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get better." Kang Jinxian pushed her away sharply, her voice rising, "What illness do I have, exactly?" "It’s nothing, just a little stomach problem. You’ve always been picky with food, you’re so thin, and you have a stomach issue. You must be more careful from now on," Kang Jinse said, not daring and unable to tell the truth, fearing that Ah Xian could not withstand successive shocks. "Is it cancer? Otherwise, why would I be vomiting blood?" Kang Jinxian’s hands shook with fear. Kang Jinse comforted her, "Where did your thoughts wander to? You’re so young, how could you have cancer? It’s just a common stomach ulcer, and with proper care, you will recover." Though Kang Jinxian was skeptical, thinking about what Kang Jinse had done to her made her teeth itch with hatred. Her own sister had harmed her so grievously. In her dreams, she longed to kill her, but she had to endure; she wasn’t going to be blinded by hatred just yet. "Ah Xian, are you hungry? I’ll go buy some breakfast." Kang Jinxian lay back down, "Whatever." Kang Jinse told her to rest well and then left the room. He An had come by last night in a fury, obviously looking for Ah Xian’s trouble, but she had managed to send him away. She wondered if he would come again today.