Chapter 4

When I burst through the door, the young boy on the bed had his eyes tightly shut, his face flushed red, muttering in pain, “Dad… Mom… Sister…”

I finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.

There was still time.

It was good, I’d been reborn, and I had a chance to choose again.

I tore open the medicine packet and immediately threw myself onto Leo’s bed, forcefully prying open his mouth.

I cried, muttering, “This time you eat it, you eat it! Just take it down…”

Perhaps my frantic actions scared Mom and Dad, they rushed over to pull me away. “Avery…”

But I yelled, “Don’t move!”

I turned to them, my eyes blurry with tears, my voice firm. “Give the medicine to my brother.”

Just then, my hand was gently licked, and I froze.

Looking down, I met a pair of dark, weak eyes.

As if crossing a long decade, and countless bloody, cruel moments, they converged into this handsome young boy before me.

“Sister.”

He called me.

My body stiffened. I didn’t know what expression to show.

The terrifying scene before my death made it impossible for me to face him calmly.

This was the future killer…

Could I really change everything?

Thinking of Mom and Dad behind me, I gritted my teeth, making up my mind.

This life, I absolutely couldn’t let him feel hurt or ignored.

I had to make him happy, had to soothe him.

I forced a strained smile, popped the medicine into his mouth, and said softly, “Good boy, Leo. Take your medicine, and you’ll feel better soon.”

Mom and Dad behind me seemed to hesitate, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, they just sighed and said no more.

Leo blinked his dark eyes, then suddenly smiled, innocent and harmless, his voice hoarse, “Mommy said there were only three left. Sister, you take them.”

I didn't care about anything else, tears streaming down, I clumsily kept shoving the medicine into his mouth.

“You take it, you take it…”

If you don’t take it, we’ll all die ten years from now.

He frowned, reaching out to stop me, and forcibly pulled out two pills, weakly offering them to me.

His gaze was calm, his voice still holding the clear tone of a young boy:

“Then I’ll take one, and Sister will take two.”

I couldn't refuse again.

Because his eyes were terrifyingly bright.

Just like they were when he cut my throat.

Even though, in this year, he was only thirteen.

Perhaps the fever reducers really worked.

I don’t know how long I slept in a daze, but when I finally opened my eyes, I was startled.