Su Jiye lay still on the bed, curling up like a fetus who was still in his mother's womb.
Su Qianxun walked towards the bed and extended her hand. She gently caressed her younger brother's soft hair. She continued to apologize, "I know that I was wrong. You were very obedient and didn't do anything wrong. It was my fault. I… I shouldn't have talked to you that way. I'm taking back those harsh words I said the last time. I'll come to visit you very often and won't be angry at you ever again."
When Su Qianxun saw how her younger brother remained in a fetal position, her heart ached terribly. Doctor Mu had mentioned that the posture reflected extreme insecurity.
Due to the intensive treatment Su Jiye received in the past few years, there was obvious improvements to his condition, and he had not adopted the posture for a long time.
