[Sunny]

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The sky 　　cleared.

As Remo reached for his key in his old apartment lock, he found a note tucked under the door. He picked it up and unfolded it

as ; this was the third note he'd found this month. It contained only a single, hastily written line: 　　"10:30 PM tonight, Port 5." 　　10:30… Remo glanced at his watch instinctively; it was 5:20. " 　　Okay, looks like I can take Lin to dinner now." 　　Remo thought casually, slipping the note into his pocket as he stepped into the entryway. 　　The narrow, rotten-smelling corridor fell silent again after the door slammed shut, dust swirling in the air. 　　The evening sun was less intense than in the afternoon. Remo walked on the asphalt road, dappled with tree shadows. 　　Ahead, nestled among dense trees, was a simply structured private hospital. Its pure white walls reflected a soft, tranquil light against the blue sky and green trees. 　　It was almost an irresistible sin. 　　Remo gazed, somewhat mesmerized, at the white building in the distance. Unconsciously, his fingertips traced the uneven patterns on the warm-colored thermos . 　　For Remo, even if he had nothing, there was something he would risk his life to protect. 　　Some call it faith. 　　But Remo was clearly not that noble. Constantly talking about sacrifice wasn't his style. 　　But what he was willing to risk his life for was irreplaceable and unique. 　　As Remo's sneakers clicked on the old, loose wooden floor of the hospital corridor, he heard a dull , dissatisfied creaking sound. " 　　Looks like he's complaining about my weight," Remo thought with amusement. 　　In fact, for his 180cm height, he was indeed quite thin. Although he had sworn to Lin that he would never be picky about food for the sake of his health, no one could have any appetite when their stomach ached. 　　Remo's stomach problems had started when he and Lin were still in the orphanage, but he had hidden it well and Lin still didn't know. 　　Fortunately, although Remo had very little body fat, he possessed a very masculine and well-proportioned, almost perfect frame. 　　And, of course, he had a handsome, delicate face. 　　It seemed God hadn't been unkind to him. 　　When Remo pushed open the wooden door at the end of the corridor, near the window, with the number 302 hanging on it, Lin was sitting cross-legged on what was clearly not her own hospital bed, engrossed in playing cards. 　　She tilted her head, hesitating whether to play the 6 of Clubs or the 6 of Hearts. 　　A snow-white quilt, smelling slightly of disinfectant, was slumped under her bottom, crumpled into a ball. 　　Lin was completely unaware that she was trampling on someone else's territory. 　　Every time Remo saw Lin innocently causing trouble for innocent bystanders, he thought of a wolf in sheep's clothing. 　　He had to admit that without exception, he succumbed to Lin's innocent appearance and ultimately cleaned up her messes. 　　It could be said that his quirky twin sister was the main source of his stomachaches. 　　However, the closest person to Remo in his life was his only twin sister. 　　Whether she caused trouble or was mischievous, 　　Remo was willing to play along. 　　"Brother..." 　　Lin's eyes lit up when she saw him enter. She dropped her playing cards, ran barefoot off the bed, and threw herself into Remo's arms. 　　"Ugh... I missed you so much... You didn't even come to see me... Leaving me all alone in this lonely place..." 　　she cried out in a pitiful tone, snuggling tightly into his warm embrace. 　　Lin's ability to be affectionate had improved considerably. 　　Remo patted Lin's head with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence. 　　He was truly wronged; he personally delivered her three meals a day on time, yet she accused him of abandoning his sister. He 　　gently pulled her head away from his embrace, only to be met with a strong protest. 　　Fine, fine. Remo could only silently lament his own misery as he listened to Lin's pitiful tone. 　　He surrendered. 　　Remo could only say that he was completely helpless with this little girl. It seems there's no chance for her to turn her life around. She's destined to be completely crushed by her. 　　"Mo must be tired standing there all this time, Lin, stop being so coquettish. Come and sit down with me." 　　A gentle female voice echoed in the not-so-spacious ward, low and even slightly hoarse, yet with a lingering, pleasant sound. 　　"Aunt Zhang." 　　Lin turned back to look at her card-playing partner who had just been sharing the bed with her, a pitiful look flashing in her eyes. 　　This girl, using that trick again. 　　But clearly, only Lei Mo was immune to her charms. 　　Under the gentle gaze of the middle-aged woman who was tidying up the scattered cards on the hospital bed, Lin obediently withdrew her clutches and climbed back onto her own bed. She even pulled the blanket over her mouth and nose, only looking at the handsome man holding a warm-colored thermos in his right hand with her long, narrow, beautiful eyes . 　　Like... Little Red Riding Hood waiting to be slaughtered. 　　Damn it. Wouldn't I be the big bad wolf who lured her in? 　　Lei Mo angrily slammed the thermos on the bedside table in front of the hospital bed. 　　"Eat quickly, it'll get cold." 　　The sour undertone in her words was obvious even to herself. 　　Compared to her handsome, charming, considerate, and gentle older brother, her biological sister seemed to listen to outsiders more. This was a blatant challenge to his authority as the older brother. 　　Perhaps Remo was overprotective. 　　He was possessive and had a quirky personality. 　　But it was precisely because he feared losing everything. 　　"Huh? Brother, you've been constipated lately? Why do you look so pale?" 　　She asked with innocent concern, clinging to the warm-colored thermos on the bedside table. 　　Aunt Zhang, who was tidying her crumpled, abused blankets, saw Remo's expression, as if he was about to vomit blood. 　　………………………… 　　……"Hmm…it tastes pretty good…but I don't want to drink porridge today…what should I do…"…… 　　……"Brother, you haven't cared about me lately…my fragile little heart is seriously damaged!"

"…Waaaaah…" …

…"I'm full, I'm full, don't eat anymore… um… then, just one last bite…" … 　　… 　　"

No, absolutely… um… otherwise… brother, you feed me with your mouth…" … … 　　" 　　You 　　're 　　murdering

me… absolutely… trying to stuff me to death 　　… "　　　　… 　　... Aunt Zhang casually picked up a lily and fiddled with it. 　　"Staying outside for too long makes you susceptible to catching a cold, and besides the three meals you brought, she has no ." 　　"...A cold?" 　　A hint of confusion flashed in Remo's beautiful dark eyes. 　　"She didn't tell me..." 　　"This child... always seems so energetic when you come... she's afraid you'll worry." Thin, weathered fingers traced the intricate veins of the lily petals. 　　"Don't let her nonchalant attitude fool you, she must be terrified inside... At my age ... while I'm not without regrets, I've come to terms with life and death... the physical body is nothing more than returning to dust ... but she's so young... she has a long road ahead of her..." 　　Lamenting the injustice of fate, the middle-aged woman, engrossed in playing with the petals, never looked up at the other person standing silently in the ward. The subtle signs of age creeping into the corners of her eyes couldn't conceal her once stunning beauty ; the weariness and pain she endured had deepened her complexion, leaving a rich and fragrant aroma. 　　She had once been a beauty of unparalleled grace and charm. 　　Remo's unpredictable gaze lingered on a tender bud on a branch outside the window. 　　The middle-aged man's seemingly mumbled murmurs echoed in her ears. 　　An awkward silence followed. 　　Only the even, soft breathing of the pale-faced girl in her light sleep could be heard. 　　As the slightly yellowed petals of the lily were reinserted into the glass vase by the bedside, 　　Remo's resolute, unwavering voice broke the silence. 　　"She will always smile pure and innocent in the sunlight, absolutely." 　　Even if it costs me my entire life. 　　I swear. 　　At that moment, the middle-aged man, half-reclining on the bed, looked up and met those beautiful, narrow eyes. 　　She seemed to see a flickering flame burning in the young, beautiful life. 　　In the quiet evening, the not-so-spacious white hospital room in the woods was scorching. 　　For a moment, she was slightly lost in thought. 　　It really…it looked so much like her. 　　"Aunt Zhang?" 　　A question brought the middle-aged woman on the hospital bed back to her senses. 　　She smiled apologetically, indicating to the handsome young man beside her that he shouldn't mind her earlier lapse in composure. 　　Remo nodded obediently, as if understanding, and walked to Lin's bedside. 　　"I'll go wash the dishes and fruit." 　　With a polite, gentle smile, Remo casually shook the slightly stained soup spoon in his hand. 　　The middle-aged woman's gentle gaze, indicating tacit approval, fell on her long, beautiful eyes. As Remo left the ward and closed the wooden door with the number 302 on it, he caught a glimpse of starlight twinkling in Aunt Zhang's gentle, watery eyes 　　as his vision narrowed . 　　For the first time, he felt that human eyes could be so beautiful. 　　Not just in their outline. 　　Then the small slits closed, blocking Remo's view and interrupting his further contemplation. 　　He stared blankly at the number on the closed wooden door for a moment before heading towards the washroom. 　　At this moment, Remo didn't understand. 　　It was the happy expression of remembering a loved one. Cool tap water gushed forth . 　　Remo shielded the white ceramic sink with one hand, preventing the cold water from washing over it. 　　The water splashed against his palm, splitting into streams that meandered between his fingers before dripping and creating . 　　He was completely unaware that the water in the fruit bowl was beginning to overflow. 　　…………………… 　　“Her condition has deteriorated to a late stage; dialysis is now largely ineffective… I’m very sorry, although you are Miss Relin’s twin brother, the test results show you are not a match for Miss Relin… This … the reason is rather complicated, not one-sided… we can’t really explain it… In short, we will find a suitable kidney donor as soon as possible… but I hope you can be prepared…” 　　…………………… 　　Yesterday, when Lin’s attending physician told Remo this news, Lin was sitting on her bed in room 302, peeling an orange Remo had brought. 　　She didn’t understand why Remo looked so pale when he entered. She had originally intended to tease him, saying something like, “Brother, did you eat something bad?” 　　But seeing Remo's reddened eyes, Lin chose to remain silent. 　　Then, without warning, Remo rushed over and hugged Lin tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. 　　Lin felt slight, intermittent tremors. 　　It was the first time she had seen Remo cry. 　　This left her somewhat at a loss. 　　They had suffered countless humiliations in the orphanage, but Lin had never seen Remo's eyes moist. 　　She had thought he was strong enough to keep his tears dry. 　　But now it seemed she had misjudged him. 　　Even after Remo finally left the room, Lin just stared blankly at the large, still-wet tear stains on her shoulder, 　　a sharp pain shooting through her heart.

Before leaving, Remo told her,

"Lin, I'll protect you."

He tightened the metallic faucet, turning it round and round until no more water dripped.

Although Remo wasn't an environmentalist, he disliked pointless waste of resources.

After draining the washed dishes and fruit, he carried the fruit bowl back to the ward by the window at the end of the corridor.

Pushing open the door, the situation inside left Remo a little bewildered.

"Is something wrong?"

Remo asked the seven strange men in suits who had suddenly appeared in the ward. Their

tone was clearly not friendly.

Although ward 302 was a mixed-use ward, only two people were currently living there. Remo was certain that Lin didn't have such "bad" friends in her social circle, despite their formal

attire . 　　As for the gentle and beautiful Aunt Zhang, Remo was unwilling and wouldn't believe she had any connection with these people. 　　Aunt Zhang's family hadn't visited her yet. 　　So what were these people doing here? 　　Remo stared warily at the uninvited guests in the room. 　　"Oh dear... your expression is terrifying. We just wanted this lovely lady to come out and sit for a bit." 　　A languid, slightly sexy nasal voice, though seemingly unserious and playful, sounded inexplicably harmonious and beautiful to the ear. If voices could be ranked, this would undoubtedly be top-tier. 　　Remo couldn't help but wonder if this was innate talent or cultivated. 　　His gaze swept over the several silent, tall figures in the room, finally settling on the imposing silhouette of the man sitting beside the middle-aged man's bed. His 　　thick, glossy black hair, reaching his waist, was casually tied back with a red hand-woven rope and draped over his right shoulder , revealing glimpses of his fair, slender neck at the collar. 　　Alluring, but not in a effeminate way. 　　One hand rested on the white sheets, the other casually smoothing a strand of black hair by his ear. The tall man sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed in a posture as languid as his voice. 　　"Who are you?" 　　Remo blurted out, completely oblivious to the situation. A soft 　　chuckle escaped his lips. She tossed her long, glossy black hair behind her ear. The person sitting on the edge of the bed slowly stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her hem. With elegant steps, she walked towards the handsome young man with a grim 　　expression at the ward door. The clatter of leather shoes against the wooden floor echoed in room 302. 　　Something tense seemed to emanate from the air. Remo began to breathe rapidly. 　　This was the so-called oppressive feeling. 　　Therefore, he obliviously ignored the previously scattered figures standing neatly on either side of the ward . 　　A tall, imposing figure approached with a sly smile. 　　Remo's temples throbbed. 　　The footsteps finally stopped at the door of room 302. A 　　pair of narrow, beautiful eyes slightly raised, giving the tall, black-haired man a disdainful look. 　　A confused and annoyed expression gradually appeared on the handsome young man's face. 　　He was clearly struggling with some difficult problem. 　　Yes. He couldn't understand why such a tall, handsome man would have such good skin. 　　It was indeed a question. 　　Like the question of whether the chicken or the egg came first. 　　And in fact, as he pondered this, the entire sentence, word for word, escaped his handsome lips, propagating as sound waves. 　　Perhaps it was subconscious, perhaps he wasn't even aware of it. 　　And so, without any awareness, 　　Remo's thoughtless words struck the man in front of him like a blow to the head. 　　A sudden silence fell over the ward. 　　Outside the window, some kind of flying creature on a tree branch stared with wide, curious eyes, watching the spectacle. 　　Everyone was interested to know what would happen next. 　　"Hahahahahahahaha..." 　　After a moment of silence, someone's unseemly laughter rang out. Remo stared in astonishment 　　at the man before him, whose loosely tied long hair had slipped out due to the violent shaking of his shoulders. 　　Actually, the others in the ward were also astonished. But Remo himself didn't notice. 　　The stray hairs hung beside his face, swaying back and forth with his body. He even exaggeratedly heard gasps of breath, as if someone was struggling to breathe. 　　This scene was just too…cough, eerie. 　　Remo thought he had only subconsciously stated what he had seen, only to be met with an unexpected response. 　　He could only dismiss it as yet another inexplicable event. 　　This kind of person, this kind of person… 　　It was 　　utter nonsense. Undeniably, the tall, long-haired man before him had caught him off guard, something he rarely did. 　　Stop it. It's dangerous. 　　The unrestrained laughter continued, leaving the others in the room looking at each other, undisturbed. A cough. A 　　throat-clearing sound, carrying a hint of warning, came from the wall, successfully stopping the long-haired man's exaggerated laughter. 　　Following the sound, Remo noticed the first person in a suit standing against the wall on his right. 　　He was clearly older than the others, probably over fifty. 　　The moment their eyes met, Remo felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason. He quickly lowered his head to compose himself . 　　The gaze wasn't sharp or gloomy, 　　but it made him feel uneasy. 　　Remo felt a surge of insecurity; he'd never encountered this type before. 　　Then, 　　Remo suddenly noticed a shift in the room's layout. 　　Several dark figures stood neatly and respectfully aligned on either side of the wall. 　　He was momentarily stunned. He felt he'd overlooked something important. 　　Right. 　　This. Because of whom? 　　Because of him. 　　A thought flashed through Remo's mind. 　　Wiping away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, his smiling phoenix eyes casually took in the young man's series of changing expressions. 　　A slight, unintentional curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. 　　This kid has a sharp intuition.

The unpredictable gaze swept over the young man's delicate and handsome face, until it saw tiny

beads of sweat on his forehead, then it bent down slightly and slowly opened its mouth to his beautifully shaped ear.

"A slinky little mouse..."

Remo was completely stunned.

He felt something soft and wet licking his ear, and a spasm ran through him inexplicably.

His ears were always very sensitive.

The next few words floated out clearly with the opening and closing of the sensual lips. They

pierced the young man's ears with unmistakable clarity.

Provocation... was it?

His mind was a jumbled mess, and he tried to piece together the cause and effect, but when he saw

the mocking disdain in the eyes of the tall, dark-haired man before him, it ignited a burning rage.

Absolutely an insult.

The man's upright posture remained unmoved, his alluring phoenix eyes narrowing as if watching a good show.

He licked his lips erotically, a smug, ambiguous smile playing on his lips.

Bastard.

Along with the curses came Remo's fist, brimming with rage. It aimed straight for the sharply defined,

fair jawline of the man before him.

"Ugh—"

A sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and the handsome young man's eyes widened in disbelief. He struggled to lift his head, as if to

confirm something, looking at the face framed by long, dark hair.

Unfortunately, before he could meet the man's phoenix eyes—whether filled with mockery or pity—the pain caused a sudden

weakness in his legs, making him lose his balance.

Remo, still clutching his abdomen, fell onto the broad shoulders of the long-haired man before him. He

was too weak to stop, especially as the pain from the impact spread throughout his body.

He smelled the growing stronger scent of cologne and felt soft, fine strands of hair brushing against his cheeks and ears,

a slight tickle.

This made his heart skip a beat for no apparent reason. But it

was over. Remo closed his eyes in despair, giving up the struggle to stop his fall.

So be it, he'd fall into the man's arms.

Anyway, none of them were innocent or naive, just throwing caution to the wind.

At this moment, the smile on the lips of the person with long hair and a red hair tie was even more pronounced. If this stunning face already had

a touch now it undoubtedly exuded a hint of wickedness.

His waist-length hair was as black as ink. His lazy, ambiguous phoenix eyes darted about.

A raised eyebrow could bewitch countless beauties.

Who says it's a dream? An illusion…

it's nothing more than this person.

This kind of man is a menace to the world.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have often been a source of trouble.

That's right. A source of

trouble.

Just as the handsome young man was about to fall into his arms, the tall, strong figure deftly

stepped back half a step, casually putting his hands in his pockets while slightly turning his shoulder.

And so, the consequences were predictable.

"Brother—"

Accompanied by Lei Lin's startled cry from the hospital bed, the handsome young man fell to

the floor

He looked up angrily at the long-haired man grinning wickedly above him. Although Lei Mo didn't expect the embrace of the person before him.

The handsome young man lay on the ground, clenching his teeth to suppress even the slightest whimper of pain. His body was curled

up , his fingers digging into the muscles of his arms, leaving

bloody scratches on his once smooth, healthy tan skin.

His expression of suppressed agony masked the excruciating pain.

Ignoring the objections of the person on the next bed, Lin threw off the white blanket and rushed to Remo's side.

No one had seen how the long-haired man had dodged the swift punch aimed at his jaw in a split second and then retaliated with 　　a three-hit combo

in the opponent's stunned silence. 　　He had thrown three punches in the same spot. 　　Lin, naturally, knew nothing of this. She knelt on the floor, carefully cradling Remo's head on her lap to examine his injuries. 　　Of course, everyone else in the room, except for the two involved, was probably in a daze. 　　But there was one thing only Remo himself knew: 　　the violent impact of hitting the ground had changed the way his abdominal pain manifested. 　　A sharp, stabbing pain, like a knife, tormented a fragile organ within him, a continuous shiver spreading from his abdomen . Large beads of sweat slid down his hair and dripped onto his blue and white striped hospital gown. 　　Remo's stomach ailment had flared up again. 　　"Brother? What's wrong?" 　　The girl noticed the unusual expression on the man's face and panicked. She frantically wiped the sweat from his forehead with the cotton fabric of her sleeve. 　　"No, don't...scare me..." 　　The tall, long-haired man looking down at the ground glanced uncertainly at the young man lying on the floor in pain, his mockery gradually turning into probing. What 　　...what's going on with this kid? 　　He took a few steps forward, his tall, black-haired figure kneeling on one knee beside the panicked girl. 　　"Hey! What are you doing!?" 　　Ignoring the girl's obvious resistance, he reached around the back of the young man's head with one hand, his fair yet strong hand grabbing the young man's half-long black hair, forcing him to tilt his delicate and handsome face up, his beautifully shaped neck stretched and straightened with difficulty. 　　"Ugh...it hurts..." 　　he subconsciously uttered a soft, animalistic groan of pain. His handsome face scrunched up. Remo was completely powerless to resist. 　　The long-haired man snorted coldly. 　　Just as expected, a rat. 　　"You...let go!" 　　Lin frantically waved her arms, trying to push away the man's strong hand, but afraid of hurting her brother's hair that was being held captive. 　　She was on the verge of tears. 　　However, the man, who had no regard for chivalry, impatiently shoved aside the whining, sobbing girl beside him. 　　Lin stumbled and fell to the floor. 　　He hadn't actually used much force. He wasn't playing the gentleman; he simply didn't care to fight with little girls like this.

As for why Lin was pushed and fell, it was mostly due to her weakened constitution caused by long-term illness.

"Lin, Lin..."

Remo managed to utter a broken word as someone grabbed his hair, causing sharp pain in his stomach.

He glared at the tall man who looked at him with disdain, as if he were an animal, his anger flaring uncontrollably.

Insulting me or hitting me is a matter for us to settle. But hurting Lin...

is unacceptable.

The tall, long-haired man

froze .

He released the young man's shoulder-length hair, grabbed his collar, and roughly dragged him off the wooden floor.

"...Why..."

a confused murmur lingered involuntarily, hovering around his sexy, thin lips. Why, why is she... 　　so similar

to him ? 　　"Pah!" 　　He spat on the unsuspecting, waist-length-haired man's stunningly beautiful face. 　　Everyone in room 302 froze for a moment.

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