【After you gave up on the Hypnosis APP, your relationship with Yan Huan gradually returned to normal. With your mother’s help, you began to treat your possessiveness with a calm heart.】
【Throughout your three years of high school, you maintained a normal distance from Yan Huan, accepting this poor younger brother—who had never known family—with love and care.】
【In the end, he fully accepted both you and your mother, integrating seamlessly into the family without any barriers.】
【You two gradually grew closer. He shared with you every interesting thing he encountered, and you, in turn, beca more open, respecting his thoughts and social relationships.】
【Seeing him repeatedly smile at you with warmth and sunshine, you began to feel that giving up on the Hypnosis APP had been the right choice.】
【He told you, “You are the best sister ever.” He introduced you that way to everyone he knew, including that girl he seed to be quite close with—Ying Gong Tong.】
【Hearing this, you truly believed your relationship with him was on the right track. Even without the Hypnosis APP, you would eventually make him yours.】
【And so, you began a long, patient wait.】
【And so, you watched as Yan Huan grew closer and closer to the petite girl, Ying Gong Tong, respecting his social choices.】
【And so, you watched as Yan Huan introduced you to Ying Gong Tong as his sister, then entered a romantic relationship with her, convincing yourself that he was just “practicing.”】
【And so, you watched as Yan Huan and Ying Gong Tong walked down the aisle, as she donned a beautiful wedding dress and sealed their vows with a kiss…】
【And you were supposed to be happy to witness them exchange rings?】
【You watched as they traveled the world, deeply in love, while you had to hear their child call you “Aunt” and help take care of them.】
【It was only at that mont that you finally understood—he had always seen you as family.】
【Only family.】
【......】
【Defeat CG Unlocked】
【Ending A: The Eternal Sister】
【He always saw you as family. You were just being delusional, idiot.】
【Family is family. Don’t overthink it~】
【GA OVER】
【Would you like to return to the save point?】
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“Ye Shiyu is about to break another fragnt, ow!”
Inside Ye Shiyu’s bedroom, ow-chan looked over and saw that she was swayed by Yan Huan’s smile, her resolve wavering.
“Crack, crack, crack~”
A shattering sound, unheard by anyone but ow-chan, echoed through the room. Its expression turned gleeful as it quickly reminded Yan Huan:
So weak, Ye Shiyu!
Three fragnts in a row already, ow!
At this rate, the first host to abandon the Modifier will be...
But just as ow-chan was about to continue, the phone that had been knocked to the ground suddenly lit up on its own.
“Rumble!!”
The dark sky churned under the night wind, and finally, as if unable to hold back any longer, bolts of terrifying lightning erupted from the heavens.
Arcs of electricity crackled through the clouds, followed by a sudden downpour.
“Drizzle drizzle…”
At that mont, Ye Shiyu slowly awakened from her nightmare, taking a deep breath as her eyes gradually refocused.
Her phone screen seed to resonate with her awakening, displaying a deep purple vortex—dark and eerie, like a gaping maw—lunging toward ow-chan.
“ow!”
The sound of the Modifier shattering abruptly ceased, and ow-chan, startled, leapt onto Yan Huan’s shoulder.
Yan Huan blinked in surprise but didn’t dare look toward the ominous screen. Instead, he turned his gaze outside, watching the rain pour down.
Did I forget to check the weather forecast...?
Was it supposed to rain tonight?
He pulled his gaze back, turning toward Ye Shiyu.
She was drenched in sweat, biting her lip, and whispering in a voice too soft for him to hear,
“Don’t... don’t call
Aunt...”
“Huh? Sister Shiyu, what did you say?”
Yan Huan’s voice jolted her back from her terrifying visions.
She blinked, staring at the still-young Yan Huan before her.
There was no Ying Gong Tong with that annoying smile.
No swarm of children calling her “Aunt.”
Finally, Ye Shiyu let out a breath of relief.
“N-Nothing, Little Huan.”
She forced a casual tone, then turned to the ever-intensifying rain, lowering her gaze to look at Yan Huan.
“It’s raining outside, Little Huan.”
Hearing her sudden, solemn voice, Yan Huan stiffened slightly as he glanced toward the balcony.
“Yeah, the weather was fine just a mont ago. How did it start raining so suddenly…?”
“Tonight… how do you plan to get ho, Little Huan?”
Yan Huan swallowed dryly, slowly turning back to face Ye Shiyu.
It was only now that he realized—she was only wearing a thin nightgown.
“Rumble~”
The wind howled, whipping the curtains into a frenzy. The flash of lightning was harsher than the moonlight, illuminating Ye Shiyu—who was now straddling him.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
The lightning carved out her silhouette through the sheer fabric, its glow tracing delicate contours.
Yan Huan’s pupils shrank slightly.
But before he could take a second look, the light vanished, shrouding everything back into darkness.
His breath hitched for a mont, as if the lightning had struck his body, triggering sothing… unsettling.
“Sister Shiyu… maybe you should, uh, get up first, and then we can talk?”
“Get up?”
Ye Shiyu blinked, but just as she was about to lower her head, another flash of lightning lit up the room.
In that instant, she saw it—what she was wearing.
Or rather, what she wasn’t wearing.
Her face flushed red. She imdiately crossed her right arm over her chest while pressing her left hand between her legs to block his view.
But such a shy gesture only made the scene even more tantalizing—like a final brush of jam on warm toast, enhancing the flavor rather than hiding it.
Even more enticing.
“…Sorry, Little Huan…”
Ye Shiyu quickly pressed her legs together and stood up in a hurry—only to accidentally graze his hipbone with her toes.
The friction was fleeting, like a match striking against phosphorus.
And the fire… was lit.
“Rumble~”
Yan Huan sat up sowhat unnaturally, his gaze seemingly out of control as it traced over Ye Shiyu’s pale soles and heels, which lifted slightly with each step she took.
The damp scent of rain swept in, diluting the lingering fragrance of Ye Shiyu in the air.
But… was there really such a thing as a natural body fragrance?
Or was it just the residual scent of body wash, skincare products, or perfu?
Or perhaps… was it simply a biological reaction triggered by hormones?
He swallowed dryly but forced himself back on track, speaking to Ye Shiyu:
"Sister Shiyu, just lend
an umbrella later. I’ll take a taxi ho."
Ye Shiyu turned on the room’s lights, instantly illuminating the entire space.
She looked back at Yan Huan and said,
“…Aunt Chen is a light sleeper. If you leave through the front door, you’ll wake her up. And with Mom not ho tonight, it’d be hard to explain why you ca in through the balcony…”
Huh?
Aunt Ye isn’t ho?!
Why didn’t you say so earlier?!
Yan Huan’s face remained unchanged, but internally, he heard a loud crack.
When he ca over, he had assud that as long as Ye Lan was around, Ye Shiyu wouldn’t dare go too far. That’s why he had confidently made his move.
But now you’re telling
Ye Lan isn’t here?
Isn’t this just walking into a lion’s den?!
At this mont, Yan Huan suddenly admired his own bravery—he had unknowingly stepped into a situation he never dared to before.
Still, he kept his cool and flipped the script, saying,
"Well, isn't it because you’ve been avoiding
for no reason, Sister Shiyu? If you’d just explained things properly, I wouldn’t have had to do this."
Hearing this, Ye Shiyu pursed her lips and gripped her phone tightly.
ow-chan, panicking at the side, urgently warned Yan Huan,
“Stop provoking her, ow! You still think you’re brave now that Ye Lan isn’t here?! If she hypnotizes you right now, no one’s coming to save you, ow!”
"Don’t... don’t panic, ow-chan."
"You’re the one panicking!!"
Ignoring the agitated cat on his shoulder, Yan Huan simply focused on Ye Shiyu.
After a brief silence, she hesitated, her gaze slightly evasive.
"Little Huan… I made a mistake. I had a disagreent with Mom, so she restricted my use of electronics and other things…
"Can you not ask for details, Little Huan? It’s not your fault—it’s my own problem…"
No hypnosis, yet she still made an effort to answer his questions?
After speaking, she quickly changed the subject, glancing toward the door.
"If that’s the case, why don’t you sneak back downstairs to your room and sleep?"
"But I wouldn’t be able to explain it to Aunt Chen in the morning either. Breaking into soone’s room at night… that sounds like sothing only a pervert would do."
As she listened, Ye Shiyu’s ears and face turned completely red, clearly struck hard by his words.
ow-chan, on the verge of tears, looked at her clenched phone and desperately pleaded,
"Stop digging your own grave, ow!!"
Ye Shiyu turned to him, her lips slowly pouting as she asked,
"Then… what should we do?"
Yan Huan glanced at the weather forecast on his phone, smiled slightly, and said,
"It says the rain won’t last long. If you don’t mind, I’ll just wait here until it stops. Is that okay, Sister Shiyu?"
"Uhm… okay… okay."
Letting Little Huan travel all the way from Jinghe District back to the South District at this hour… no matter how she thought about it, it seed unreasonable.
But keeping him here… she feared she wouldn’t be able to control herself.
The bruises on her back, left by her mother’s coat hanger, still faintly ached—like a curse, restraining her actions.
"Now that I think about it, this is my first ti in Sister Shiyu’s room, even if it’s under these circumstances..."
"Mm. I usually do crafts here, so it’s a bit ssy."
Yan Huan glanced around. The shelves were lined with neatly arranged dolls, each staring directly at him.
"Sister Shiyu, doesn’t it feel creepy to have so many dolls watching you sleep?"
Ye Shiyu sat back down on the edge of the bed and shook her head. She looked at him, confused.
"Why would it?"
"It’s just… in horror stories, that’s always how it goes."
"…Maybe it’s because those dolls weren’t made by their owners. They don’t belong to them, so they find them scary."
Ye Shiyu blinked and looked at Yan Huan.
"But things that truly belong to you… aren’t scary."
"......"
Yan Huan was montarily stunned. He turned to look at Ye Shiyu.
She sat beside the life-sized doll in the chair near her bed, both gazing at him expressionlessly.
"In that case, I’m glad the plushie I gave you is sothing you consider yours."
Ye Shiyu turned to look at the jellyfish plushie on her bedside table, shook her head, and said,
"This plushie… I didn’t write my na on it, so… it doesn’t count as mine yet."
"......"
That… left Yan Huan speechless.
Ye Shiyu had a natural talent for killing conversations—he had experienced this many tis before.
Seeing him fall silent, Ye Shiyu realized she might have said sothing wrong again.
She opened her mouth slightly, hesitated for a long ti, then softly added,
"But… I don’t dislike having it here."
"That’s good to hear."
Yan Huan smiled helplessly, pulled over a chair, and sat at a distance from her.
Ye Shiyu observed his expression and, seeing that he wasn’t showing any discomfort, finally let out a small sigh of relief.
As she relaxed, a yawn escaped her lips.
"Sleepy, Sister Shiyu?"
"No…"
"When I ca in, the lights were already off. You were about to sleep, right?"
"Mm… I went to bed a little earlier today…"
"The rain should stop soon. I’ll leave once it does."
Hearing this, Ye Shiyu glanced at him and hesitated before saying,
"Let’s chat for a bit… then I won’t feel sleepy."
Though she wasn’t good at small talk, Ye Shiyu always made an effort to keep the conversation going with Yan Huan.
Yan Huan smiled slightly and went along with it.
"Sister Shiyu, why do you write your na on all your belongings?"
Ye Shiyu was caught off guard. She looked at him and answered,
"Because… I’m afraid of losing them."
"Does writing your na on them make sure they won’t get lost?"
Yan Huan let out a helpless chuckle and asked in return.
Ye Shiyu looked at him, remaining silent for a long while before finally nodding.
"Drizzle drizzle~"
The sound of rain continued outside, bringing in a slight chill with the cool night breeze. Ye Shiyu lay down on her side, pulling the blankets over herself.
"When I was little, Mom and I lived in Tianjing. I rember back then, Dad bought
so toys… One of them was a Barbie doll in a beautiful dress. I loved it so much.
"Our family wasn’t well-off at the ti, and both Dad and Mom were rarely ho. Every day after school, I would talk to that doll…"
Yan Huan quietly watched Ye Shiyu lying on her side on the bed, staring blankly at the dolls filling the room, as if trying to relive that past feeling.
But no matter how she searched, she couldn’t find even the slightest resemblance.
"Then one day, Dad made a mistake. Mom did sothing really cruel to him because of it, and in the end, he tried to kick us out of the house…
"Mom didn’t take anything valuable with her. The only thing she wanted… was for
to leave with her."
"When we were about to go, Dad asked
whether I wanted to stay with him or leave with Mom…"
Yan Huan looked at her and said softly,
"You chose Aunt Ye."
Ye Shiyu nodded, her expression calm.
"I don’t rember…
"I only rember that Dad was furious, like he was really disappointed in …
"So much so that when I tried to take my favorite doll with , he wouldn’t let ."
She fell silent for a long ti before speaking again, her voice even and steady.
"He snatched the doll from my hands… I think I cried, begged him to give it back to …
"But Dad said… ‘That doll doesn’t have your na on it. It’s not really yours. So, you can’t take it with you.’"
"A small thing… I’ve forgotten so much from back then… but that sentence—I rember it to this day. So…"
Yan Huan quietly watched Ye Shiyu lying on the bed, and at that mont, he finally understood why she always insisted on writing her na on everything she owned.
Maybe it was because one day, if soone tried to take sothing from her, she could rightfully say:
"This is mine. You can’t take it away."
His gaze trembled slightly. Sensing the heavy atmosphere in the room, he was just about to change the subject when Ye Shiyu spoke first.
"That was a long ti ago… Sorry for bringing it up… Let’s talk about sothing else."
Seeing the opportunity, Yan Huan followed her lead and asked,
"Alright. What else does Sister Shiyu want to talk about?"
"Mm… that Vice President, Ying Gong Tong… Little Huan, do you like her?"
"Li—"
Yan Huan, who had been smiling just a mont ago, instinctively started to answer, but in the next second, his smile froze on his face.
Beside him, ow-chan’s eyes widened in alarm. It quickly ducked behind Yan Huan’s neck, as if afraid that one wrong answer would lead to a bloody disaster.
Wait…
Why did this question co out of nowhere?!
"Sister Shiyu, this…"
Just as Yan Huan, drenched in cold sweat, raised his head in an attempt to maneuver his way out of the crisis…
He looked up and saw that Ye Shiyu had already closed her eyes at so point.
She lay peacefully on her side beneath the warm blankets, her fair legs lightly intertwined and peeking out from under the covers—facing directly toward him.
Ye Shiyu… seed to have fallen asleep.
"Drizzle drizzle~"
The sound of rain continued outside, but the thunder had begun to fade.
In the warmly lit bedroom, only Yan Huan remained, staring blankly at Ye Shiyu’s sleeping face.
After a long while, he finally whispered,
"Goodnight, Sister Shiyu."
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