Five days before our wedding, my boyfriend died in an accident. As his elder sister-in-law, I promised to raise his younger brother until he graduated from college. I washed his underwear for him. He said: "Sister-in-law, please have some self-respect." I advised him not to date too early. He cursed me with a cold face: "Stupid woman." Finally, after enduring until his college graduation, my family introduced him to countless blind dates, but he seemed uninterested in women. Now I had overcorrected. "What kind of girl do you want?" He stared at me intently, "Not too smart." 1 The first time I saw Kian, it was at my boyfriend's funeral. His relatives led a teenager in a school uniform to me. "This is Liam's younger brother." "This is your sister-in-law." I tried my best to appear kind and amiable as an elder, forcing a smile, but I probably looked uglier than crying. The teenager stared at me with peach blossom eyes, but there were dark clouds underneath them. I was defeated and silently burned joss paper. Later, I heard Liam's relatives say that Kian was a straight-A student. "Excellent character and academics, material for a top university." "It's a pity he lost his parents and brother overnight; don't know how he will survive." "Although you and Liam didn't have a wedding, they have long treated you as family. As the elder sister-in-law is like a mother, if you are not in a hurry to find someone new, you should take care of him." ... I listened to everyone's "persuasion," looking at the thin back of the teenager in front of the coffin, nodding and saying yes. So my 17-year-old brother-in-law moved into my house. 2 After the funeral, I went back to work as usual. Passing by the office, the boss was scolding someone harshly again. "It's understandable if Chloe's report is bad, but for you to do it like this, did your boyfriends die too?" In an instant, my face turned crimson. I am Chloe. My colleague quickly pulled me away. "Luckily you haven't gotten the certificate yet, otherwise your next marriage would be a second one." I listened, dazed for a while, opened my mouth, and finally just forced a cooperative smile. That night I worked late into the night. My phone rang dozens of times in a row. It was my mom, introducing me to a blind date. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Mom, Liam has been gone for less than a month." "Tell mom the truth, he's gone, do you want to follow him?" My mom cried without warning, heartbreakingly. After coaxing my mom for half an hour, I dragged my tired body home. 3 Arriving at the door, key inserted. I leaned against the door in a daze. I remembered the time Liam and I argued during our long-distance relationship. The first time I cooked, I cut my hand, went to the clinic alone for three stitches. Coming out of the clinic, the bus was gone, it was raining outside, couldn't get a taxi, and I didn't bring an umbrella. I called him, breaking down. "What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse, like he had drunk too much again. "Where are you?" I asked worriedly. "Toilet." He was uncomfortable. "Just threw up, have to go back and continue drinking." "Then stop drinking!" "How can I do that? If I don't fight, how can we end the long distance, how can I marry you home?" He comforted me with a smile. "Why did you call me?" My breakdown was suppressed instantly, didn't speak again. "Suddenly missed you a bit." "I miss you too." Hanging up the phone, I chose to walk home in the rain. When I opened the door, he was standing in the hallway, smiling when he saw me. "How did you get here?" I was surprised. He lowered his head to hug me, voice low and hoarse, "I heard your voice wasn't right on the phone, sobered up instantly." So just because my voice wasn't right, this man spent over eight hundred dollars taking a taxi over two hundred kilometers to see me. ... Thoughts stayed here, not knowing who I was competing with, I stopped for five minutes before opening the door. As soon as I opened the door, I was shrouded in a large shadow. He came back? I held my breath, couldn't help reaching out to hug the man at the door. At Liam's funeral, I didn't cry. When uninformed friends asked why the wedding was canceled, I didn't cry. When my mom forced me to move on and introduced blind dates, I didn't cry either. But the moment I hugged him, tears burst like a dam. I bit my lip, daring not make a sound, afraid if I did, he would disappear. When I cried enough, I looked up and saw a pair of bottomless eyes. "Sister-in-law, please have some self-respect." He had a contemptuous smile on his lips. 4 I bounced away in shock, wiping tears frantically, standing there. It was Kian. His skin was sickly pale, stature actually slightly taller than his brother, but his frame was thin, the kind of thinness from growing too fast during puberty where muscles couldn't keep up. How did I mix up the two. "Why are you here?" "Amnesia? You asked me to come." He glanced at me, turned and walked inside. I took a second to remember, his homeroom teacher called me a few days ago saying Kian's situation was terrible, so I let him come back here. "His mock exam scores dropped from top of the class to bottom. "Doesn't sleep at night, sleeps during the day. "Drinking, fighting, dating early with those delinquent students every day, he'll be ruined if this continues." ... Thinking of what his homeroom teacher said, I decided to act like an elder and talk some sense into him. "You are a student, should focus on studying, dating can wait until college." "Mm, and then?" He sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette for himself, staring at me quietly. The draft I made in my heart was stunned by his smoking. "Kids shouldn't smoke." I reached out reflexively to take his cigarette. "Hot." He draped his long arm to the side. I didn't grab the cigarette but fell headlong into his arms. He frowned at my impact, snorted lightly. "Sister-in-law sure you want to lecture me in this position?" He lowered his eyes staring at me. I bounced up from him abruptly, feeling a loss of dignity, cleared my throat, "I know you don't understand why I'm saying this now, but as your sister-in-law, telling you to study well won't harm you." He listened patiently, just didn't give any reaction. Finally when I finished, his slender hand stubbed out the cigarette on the box, looking up at me, "The day my brother died, why didn't you answer the phone?" I was stunned by his question, avoiding his pressing gaze, "My phone was on silent." "Was it silent, or was sister-in-law's ex-boyfriend here?" His tone didn't sound like asking, but very certain. Me: ! In an instant, painful memories swept over me. I stood there, the whole room seemed to only have my heartbeat left.
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