Chapter 188 Who is An Shen
Bian Yue and Li Siheng followed Dr. Zhang through a forest that seemed to have no end, and stopped in front of a red house that looked very old.

The house was covered with red vines, spreading upwards, exuding an indescribable weirdness.

Doctor Zhang smiled kindly, "Miss Bian, please come in with me, you and Mr. Li."

Bian Yue nodded, suppressed her uneasiness, and followed Doctor Zhang inside.

Unlike the old, desolate and gloomy atmosphere outside the red house, the walls inside the house are painted in a warm bright yellow, and nurses in neat and clean clothes are walking in the aisles, pushing medical supplies.

"These are the nurses and doctors who take care of Miss Bian Shu on a daily basis. Miss Bian Shu is of noble status, and we dare not slack off." Doctor Zhang paused and looked at Li Siheng, "Your father also asked us to take good care of Miss Bian Shu."

Bian Yue clenched her fists silently, her brows furrowed, and followed Doctor Zhang without saying a word.

The bright lights blended with the sunlight outside, and there was an indescribable feeling of oppression.

As they walked deeper, they reached the end of the corridor.

Doctor Li pointed to the white wooden door in front of him and said with a smile, "Please go in, Miss Bian Shu just took a sleeping pill and she will need to wait a while before she wakes up. She will be sober for a while after she wakes up, so you can take this time to talk to her."

"Thank you." Li Siheng said calmly: "I'll just go in with Bian Yue."

Doctor Zhang left. Li Siheng looked at Bian Yue, who had a serious expression, and whispered, "Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Siheng turned the handle in his hand.

The door was pushed open a crack, and Bian Yue took a step ahead of Li Siheng, pushed the door open with force, and walked in.

Bian Yue has always known that memory can be biased.

But for the person in your memory, no matter how much details you have forgotten, when this person appears in front of you, all the past will become clear.

Bian Yue saw Bian Shu lying on the bed, her life weak due to a long-term illness.

Her eyes were closed, and her face was almost the same as in Bian Yue's memory, almost the same as when she was 18 years old.

It just no longer has the liveliness it once had.

Bian Shu is the woman who best fits the description of a lady from a noble family that Bian Yue has ever met.

She has a gentle and kind personality, is weak and simple, and always treats people in a way that is so standard that no one can find fault with her.

When her parents were alive, they often used Bian Shu to discipline Bian Yue.

But Bian Yue did not hate Bian Shu. On the contrary, she admired her very much because she was so beautiful and gentle.

Later, when Bian Yue was 13 years old, 19-year-old Bian Shu suddenly disappeared, and from then on, this name faded out of Bian Yue's world.

Bian Yue just lost all information related to Bian Shu.

Everyone told Bian Yue that she was dead.

But now, she was lying in front of him, breathing steadily.

"Why." Bian Yue's voice was tense: "Why is she here? Why has the Li family been hiding her for so many years?"

"I don't know why she stayed here, but she was seriously ill. Over the years, she has been using countless precious medicinal herbs and advanced medical equipment to prolong her life. My father is not the kind of person who would do meaningless things. He probably saved Bian Shu for some purpose."

Li Siheng's voice was flat. He stood beside Bian Shu's bed and lowered his eyes to look at Bian Yue who was sitting next to her.

The latter did not look up, but from Li Siheng's perspective, he could see Bian Yue's trembling eyelashes. She seemed to be sneering, and her smile was full of sarcasm: "You are so straightforward."

"You and I both know the truth. I have nothing to hide." Li Siheng's voice remained light.

Bian Yue didn't answer, but looked at Bian Shu nervously and held her hand.

Bian Yue's thoughts were complicated, and countless messy ideas flashed through her mind one by one.

Bian Yue thought: The person in front of her is the only relative in the world who has the same blood as her.

It is no exaggeration to say that Bian Shu was a pleasant surprise to Bian Yue.

Bian Yue held Bian Shu's hand tightly, looking at this haggard and gentle woman, hoping in her heart that she would wake up soon.

The next moment, the hand in her hand moved. Bian Yue lowered her head nervously and saw that Bian Shu's eyelashes were trembling.

"Sister, sister, are you awake?" Bian Yue's voice was choked with sobs.

Bian Shu slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were empty. It took a while for them to focus again.

She looked at Bian Yue slowly for a long time, then her eyes moved slowly and she said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

Bian Yue's tears fell as Bian Shu's voice rang out. She held Bian Shu's hand and placed it on her face, crying non-stop: "I am Bian Yue! Sister, you hugged me many times when I was a child. You accompanied me out to play, taught me to play the piano, and you said I was your favorite sister. Sister, don't you remember anything?"

Bian Yue kept crying. Li Siheng looked at her and raised his hand several times, trying to comfort her trembling shoulders.

But in the end, the hand was just hanging in the air.

How ridiculous that he had no position to comfort her.

"Bian Yue." Bian Shu was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently: "You are so big now."

Bian Yue nodded quickly and said with a smile: "Yes! Sister, I have grown up. Have you lived here alone for so many years?"

Bian Shu's smile froze slightly, and she said: "There's nothing bad here, Bian Yue, I'm very happy to see you."

Bian Yue held back her tears, "Sister, what happened to you? What's wrong with you?"

"Am I sick?" Bian Shu's expression was blank. The next moment, she seemed to have thought of something. A hideous look of pain suddenly appeared on her face. She tightly grasped Bian Yue's hand and almost shouted at the top of her lungs: "I'm not sick! I'm not sick!"

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you?" Bian Yue felt the pain in her hand. She frowned and looked at Bian Shu, worried. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Li Siheng had already dialed the inner line. He separated the hands of Bian Shu and Bian Yue, and pulled Bian Yue behind him with a cold face.

"Why are you pulling me?"

"Can't you see? She's sick!" Li Siheng's face was serious.

Bian Yue looked at Bian Shu on the bed in disbelief. The woman who had just spoken to her tenderly was now banging her head against the wall again and again. She was crying and saying ugly words, "You bitches, you killed my An Shen! An Shen! An Shen."

Bian Yue wanted to step forward, "Sister, what are you talking about? Who is An Shen?"

Li Siheng stopped Bian Yue. At the same time, the doctors outside the door came in. They held Bian Shu down in an orderly manner and gave her a sedative.

Bian Yue felt her breathing become heavy. She looked at Li Siheng coldly, "Who is An Shen?"