Xiao Mei sat in the wheelchair, wearing a floral-patterned pajama, her hair disheveled and loose. She toyed with her long hair while looking at Shen Yujie, "You can't have him, I've always said so, you'll never get brother."
Shen Yujie dragged a chair and sat down in front of Xiao Mei. She reached out, picked up a bird-of-paradise, and held it up to Xiao Mei's face, "Where did you get these flowers?"
"Hehe, haha, hehe..." Xiao Mei laughed strangely, her hands continuing to play with her hair.
"Xiao Mei, please tell me. It's really important to me, your brother might be sick now and needs our care. If you tell me where he is now, I can go and save him."
Because of brain surgery, Xiao Mei's face appeared somewhat deformed, yet she still laughed. That smile seemed eerie and creepy in the night.
