Seeing that the girl remained motionless and kept busy with her own things, he said,
"Can't you understand what I'm saying?" Yin Huan's tone turned impatient.
Savile still responded with a smile, continuing to turn a deaf ear to his words and saying something else,
"Brother Yin Huan, today is the fifteenth day since we came to the hospital. Are we not going home?"
The moment home was mentioned, Yin Huan's mood sank. A flash of pain crossed his eyes as he said painfully,
"We can't go back. We'll never be able to go back. I've got cancer, in its late stage. All the time I have left will be spent in this tiny ward. Do you understand?"
Yin Huan looked at himself with a bitter smile, his body full of tubes. The area around the indwelling needle on his hand was bruised, and his hands were full of needle holes.
The boy, who should have been living under the sun and sweating, now could only huddle in this bed, struggling to survive, prolonging his life with pain.
Savile gently wiped away the tears on Yin Huan's face and said,
"Don't cry, brother. It will get better. Everything will be okay."
Yin Huan didn't want others to see his vulnerability. He reached out and pushed Savile away. Unable to stand steady, she fell directly to the ground.
But she didn't cry or get angry. She bravely got up from the ground by herself.
But timidly, she didn't dare to get close to Yin Huan again. She could only sit far away and watch him.
Yin Huan was a bit surprised. He thought she would cry. He really had lost his temper just now and pushed too hard. After he came to his senses, he realized he shouldn't have taken his anger out on her. She had done nothing wrong.
He looked at Savile sitting aside with a hint of guilt.
Sure enough, she was in pain. Her big round eyes were filled with tears, but she said nothing, trying hard to hold back the tears from falling.
Yin Huan wanted Savile to back off and leave. He turned his face away and ignored her. He just wanted to be alone.
But Savile was very stubborn and insisted on staying with him.
This state between the two of them lasted for some time. Savile was like a tireless little bird full of enthusiasm all the time, while Yin Huan, having been tortured by cancer for a long time, had lost hope in life.
Days passed in such a dull way.
For cancer patients, it was impossible to live a normal life.
Day after day of chemotherapy. Even though Yin Huan actively received treatment, the constantly falling hair and the deteriorating test reports shattered his confidence. He closed himself off, didn't want others to get close, and was afraid of being hurt by others.
He could only endure the bone - chilling pain of chemotherapy and blood - drawing every day. No one could understand him. All the pain was piled on this young boy.
He couldn't bear it. The huge negative energy was too much for him to digest alone, and he was on the verge of being swallowed up.
He began to let out his emotions, hoping that it would make the situation better.
He became irritable, shouting and throwing things. No matter what Savile did, Yin Huan just told her to get out.
But Savile always silently cleaned up the mess Yin Huan left behind. Even when Yin Huan threw away the food she brought again and again, she never complained.
Even the nurses privately discussed the relationship between the two of them. They were curious about why that girl could always stay by Yin Huan's side and why these two teenagers were in the hospital every day without ever seeing their parents.
Yin Huan would break down in the middle of the night, woken up by the pain from his illness. No matter when, Savile was always by his bedside, quietly accompanying him.
Every night, Yin Huan was in so much pain that he couldn't fall asleep. Cold sweat soaked his sheets and quilt.
But he could do nothing. He was trapped in this body full of pain and suffering, able to do nothing. Only the helpless tears silently declared his unwillingness.
Savile's warm fingertips would always gently wipe away his tears. She would tenderly and firmly tell the desperate Yin Huan again and again, "It will get better. Everything will be okay..."
Yin Huan only had Savile by his side. She tolerated all his bad tempers.
She knew that Yin Huan wasn't really irritable or bad - tempered.
He was just too tired. Watching the other patients around him leave one by one, he couldn't bear the blow. He yearned for the understanding and care of his family, but all he got was disappointment.
It was only when Yin Huan was issued a critical illness notice and needed a guardian's signature that his mother would come to see him. Or rather, even when Yin Huan was on the verge of death, he might not be able to see his mother, Yin Xiwen.
Yin Xiwen would always rush over in a hurry, sign the documents, pay the fees, and wouldn't even spare an extra glance at Yin Huan who was in the operating room.
Sometimes, Yin Xiwen would stop for a while. But what stopped her wasn't her own son, but Savile who was squatting outside the operating room.
"Savile."
Savile, sitting outside the operating room with her legs tightly hugged, looked up blankly, searching for who was calling her.
Savile stood up. Her legs staggered a few steps because she had squatted for too long. Yin Xiwen supported her.
Savile said politely but distantly,
"Thank you, Aunt Yin. My father hasn't called me recently. If he does, I'll tell you immediately."
Savile could recite this sentence in her sleep. She had said the same thing many, many times.
Her impression of her father was gradually fading with the passage of time, and even her feelings for him had diminished.
But Yin Huan's mother was always tirelessly asking about the whereabouts of Savile's father again and again.
Sometimes Savile thought it was very strange why Yin Xiwen's love didn't fade but became stronger with the passage of time.
After Savile finished speaking, Yin Xiwen didn't say much. She stepped away neatly in her high - heeled shoes. The arc of her clothes fluttering showed no trace of nostalgia. The communication between the two was limited to this.
From beginning to end, no matter when Yin Huan woke up, the first person he saw was always Savile.
The two children relied on each other like this. For such a long time, no one else had broken the atmosphere of their company.
Over the years.
The torture of the illness had made his eyes dull. But somehow, when Yin Huan looked at Savile again, there was warmth in his eyes.
When Savile smiled at Yin Huan, he would respond to her.
On their birthdays every year, the two lonely people kept each other warm and accompanied each other's growth.
Later, Yin Huan no longer yearned for maternal love. He even thought that even without his mother's company, having Savile's was enough.
Savile warmed Yin Huan with her patience and walked into his closed heart.
No matter when Yin Huan entered the operating room, his eyes would be glued to Savile. He wanted to firmly remember what she looked like.
He had lost count of how many surgeries he had had, but he always managed to come out safely.
The lives of the two of them seemed to be moving in a better direction.
Yin Huan had grown from a teenager into an adult, but the unique vigor of the young never appeared on him.
The two of them, who regarded the hospital as their home, were also tacitly regarded as siblings by the doctors and nurses.
Savile had grown into a beautiful young woman. Even in Yin Huan's ward, some people would come directly to ask for Savile's contact information.