Was she invisible?

Keeping the luggage there in the living room, she walked upstairs without looking at them.

"What happened to Jie?"

Jun Zixuan's gaze flashed slightly, "Your Jie falls on the jealous side."

The young boy blinked in confusion.

He ruffled his hair, "Didn't you say you have lots of homework to do?" As Yu Jinhai nodded, Jun Zixuan got his luggage kept behind them, "Come, I'll show you the room first and then go to check on your sister."

"Okay, Brother-in-law."

Jun Zixuan paused.

This 'brother-in-law' was turning out to be the second favorite music to his ears. Of course, the first favorite will always be whatever his darling called him. He didn't mind if she had dozens of siblings who will hover around him singing 'brother-in-law' all day. That will only deepen their relationship so much so that she won't have any ideas on running away from him. His eyes twinkled.

...

In the Master bedroom.

Yu Mei closed the door behind her and walked towards the large window in the room as she drew the curtains open and sat on the windowsill, looking at the moon.

"If Jian Yu was here, I would never have felt so ignored..." She grumbled under her breath but just the mere thought of the man made her upset.

Initially, she was just irritated but right at this moment, she felt like crying. During all these days, she had been trying her best to not think about her brother. She thought he would come back after he sees Rosette in the headlines along with the pictures of the fake CEO all over the tabloids but nothing like that happened. It was as if he had disappeared from the face of Earth.

As much as she pretended it was okay, in her heart, she had regretted that night when she was drunk. She pulled her legs closer to her body and wrapped her arms around her knees as she lowered her head. Her soft sobs echoed inside the room. Had she not been so impulsive, she would not have died in the first place. But still, she ended up repeating the same mistake. Just because of her moment of anger and frustrations, she ended up getting drunk and wasted in that nightclub.

If only she was awake, there would have been no chance she would have let Han Jian Yu leave like that.

It has been six months without him, without seeing him or without talking to him. She missed him so much.

"Mei, what will you ea-"

Jun Zixuan paused, holding the doorknob in his hand as he looked at the woman who had her face buried in her knees as she sat on the windowsill in the dark room. Her soft sobs pierced through his heart, rendering him motionless for a moment.

She raised her head the moment she heard her voice, his feet moved on his own, and in the next moment, he pressed her head to his chest, holding her in his arms tightly. He did not know what it was that made her so sad but what he knew that was she needed to be held like that.

And his intuition turned out to be true as she wrapped her arms around his waist and clutched his shirt in her fist, hugging him tightly. He could feel her tears drenching the fabric of his shirt and he just stood rooted to his spot, letting her crying her heart out, his hand glided up and down on her back as he tried to calm her down wordlessly.

She knew she would have calmed down by herself within a few moments. But the second he came, she just couldn't stop the tears from flowing. All her grievances flashed in her mind. Maybe because she knew that Jun Zixuan was a blessing in this cursed episode of her life. Or maybe because she knew, he will lend her his shoulder to cry on without questioning or judging her.

She missed her brother so much so that a mere thought of him was triggering her emotions. Everything was going back to the way it was but his absence in her life was starting to bother her. What if...she could never contact him?

Jun Zixuan could no longer take it.

He liked her locking horns with him all the time, he liked it when she fought with him, acted pettily or kindly at times, when she would be angry, when she cared for him, when she would be shy at his touches but would act like it's nothing, he liked all of her sides except for the one where she would cry like this. Like she has lost everything. He hated the sight of tears in her eyes.

He distanced her from himself as he sat on the windowsill beside her. Cupping her cheeks, he smothered her face with soft kisses.

She sniffed and pressed her palm on his lips, "T-That's...dirty." Her whole face was covered with tears. Didn't he feel disgusted? She frowned.

He licked her palm causing her to take it back. He raised her head slightly so that he could look into her eyes, the eyes that had turned red because of all the crying she did. His heart ached, "It's indeed very dirty," His tone remained helpless.

She nodded, "That's what I'm saying. You can kiss me after I wash my face..."

The man simply avoided her words and kissed her cheeks, chin, the tip of her nose before pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, "Because it is so dirty, I have to sanitize it like this,'' He said, pressing his forehead on hers.

She blinked. When will this man stop doing this to her heart?

"Why were you crying?" came the question she hadn't expected him to ask. He never did it before. If she cried, he would usually do something to change her mood.

In fact, he would not have asked it but this time, he wanted to know what was the thing that was bothering her like this so that he could make sure that the same thing will never hurt her again.