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Is Chapter 47 a beautiful dream?
"What do you mean?" Jiang Xing turned his head and saw the expression on Song Juexiao's face.
A blank expression, tinged with a hint of jealousy and resentment.
Then Jiang Xingni reached out and silently blocked Song Juexiao's eyes: "If you don't want to see, you have the right not to look and to refuse."
Jiang Xingni said this.
"But what if refusing doesn't work?" Song Juexiao murmured, no longer looking at the baby in the crib, but instead tilting her head up to look at Jiang Xingni with utmost focus.
Jiang Xingni's gaze fell on the child.
Like the two women, he was also a two-dimensional character.
However, the words above their heads were far more concise than those of the two people who had just run away.
Jiang Xingni stared at the string of words and fell into deep thought.
"Older brother? Younger brother? Substitute? Favorite? Why why why why?"
Jiang Xingni silently tightened his grip on Song Juexiao's hand.
The phenomenon of favoring sons over daughters is actually not common in her city. Her parents are not the type to favor sons over daughters. Moreover, all of Jiang Xingni's grandparents and maternal grandparents have passed away. Even if someone does favor sons over daughters, they cannot come up from the underworld to discipline Jiang Xingni.
However, this does not mean that Jiang Xingni is unaware of this phenomenon.
She had heard many such stories before, to the point that they were commonplace, but this was the first time she had seen one in front of her.
"That role was originally yours, wasn't it?" Jiang Xingni squatted down and hugged Song Juexiao in her arms once again.
The girl trembled unconsciously, and she silently hugged Jiang Xingni, her thin wrists digging into Jiang Xingni's spine.
Jiang Xingni could feel some wet liquid dripping onto his shoulder and flowing down his collarbone.
Song Juexiao nestled in Jiang Xingni's arms, sobbing softly.
When Jiang Xingni first heard the line "I didn't cry," she suspected that Song Juexiao had awakened his previous memories. But after hearing Song Juexiao cry, Jiang Xingni was certain that he hadn't.
It's not that Song Juexiao won't feel sad when he grows up.
But to be honest, Jiang Xingni didn't think that her relationship with Song Juexiao was close enough for him to seek comfort from her after witnessing her vulnerable moment.
Jiang Xingni breathed a sigh of relief upon discovering that Song Juexiao had not actually regained his memory.
Isn't it easy to comfort a child under seven? — Maybe it isn't, but at least it's less awkward than comforting a teammate who's about your age.
She gently patted the girl's prominently thin back as a form of comfort.
"It's okay, it's alright now. You can tell me," Jiang Xingni said softly. "You can tell me, don't be afraid."
Then she heard Song Juexiao's voice, choked with emotion, ring in her ears.
*
Song Juexiao had no idea what had happened.
Song Juexiao has always been a very sensible little girl. She knows that her parents and grandparents love her, but they don't give her as much love as her brother.
At first, Song Juexiao was also sad, thinking, why can't he love his brother a little more than he loves her?
Later, Song Juexiao learned to accept all of this.
They loved her, just less than her brother did, but Song Juexiao was a little girl loved by her parents.
Song Juexiao had always told himself this.
She shouldn't ask for anything more, because she has already received so much love.
Until recently, Song Juexiao didn't know what had happened, but she and her brother suddenly started calling out to each other.
Her brother grew smaller than her, and she received her parents' doting affection.
Song Juexiao was very happy at first.
She was still young and what she wanted most was the love of her family, but because she was also young, Song Juexiao quickly softened his heart.
She pleaded with her parents to give her "younger brother" more attention, but also to remember to love herself.
Song Juexiao began to realize that he was being incredibly conflicted.
"Am I a bad child?" the girl whispered, nestled in Jiang Xingni's arms.
She shouldn't have sought comfort from a stranger she'd only known for a few hours, but for some reason, looking into those golden eyes, Song Juexiao couldn't muster any wariness.
It was as if instinct recognized her before his memory could.
As Song Juexiao sobbed, she felt a deep sense of bewilderment and confusion—did she really have such a good relationship with this girl whose name she didn't know?
"I wanted to steal my brother's love." She sobbed, counting her sins on her fingers. "I told Mom and Dad I wanted them to pay more attention to my brother, but if they actually did, I felt lost and wanted to steal their attention back..."
"Am I a good or bad child?" the little girl asked. "But when I think about how Mom and Grandma left my brother alone at home while they were looking for me... I feel sorry for my brother."
"No, I feel more sorry for myself. If we hadn't switched places, I should be the one left at home. I didn't even cry, so why is he crying? But..."
"But that's not right... It's not a good child's way of thinking... If only Mom and Dad could love us fairly..."
"But if I'm not favored, I feel really unbalanced; if I am favored, I feel guilty..."
"Why can't I only have one child? Why can't I have someone who loves me wholeheartedly?"
Her words were incoherent, but Jiang Xingni was able to accurately perceive the contradictions within them.
Jiang Xingni leaned down and gently placed a kiss on the little girl's forehead, a gesture of comfort.
"Jealousy is allowed," Jiang Xingni said softly. "Sadness is allowed."
"You're still a child, so these thoughts aren't wrong. You're already a good girl."
Then Jiang Xingni reached out her hand, looking at Song Juexiao quietly and persistently.
"Good girl, now hold my hand, I only have one question to ask you—"
Jiang Xingni paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is this the beautiful dream you wanted?"
She asked this question.
Song Juexiao stared at her with wide eyes, not quite understanding the meaning behind Jiang Xingni's words.
"A sweet dream?" The girl was silent for a moment, pondering what a good child might say at this time.
—No, of course not? My brother is just too pitiful?
But Song Juexiao thought that she didn't want to lie to Jiang Xingni.
So she nodded, her tone unexpectedly stubborn: "Yes."
She said, "It really was a beautiful dream."
Jiang Xingni didn't expect Song Juexiao to admit it so quickly, and she raised an eyebrow.
Song Juexiao continued, "Sister, I know this isn't something a good child should say."
She almost resigned herself to reality, admitting, "Anyway, I'm hardly a good kid!"