My savage sister

 Cherry Adams' flight encountered a thunderstorm.

The window was filled with a miserable light as the clouds rolled in.

It was like the end of the world.

The plane hovered over Seoul for almost an hour, unable to land for a long time.

It was a hellish hour. The passengers all panicked, and the captain kept reassuring them. Two said they couldn't breathe, and one young man suddenly had a heart attack. Most of the people's clothes were soaked.

They were drenched in sweat.

Cherry Adams sat next to a young man, shaking as he edited a text message, the kind that could be sent if there was a signal on the ground. It must be a will. She leaned over to read it for a moment. It wasn't addressed to his parents, but to his lover.

Tears fell on the screen and the young man hastily wiped them away. Suddenly there was a jolt, and the wet phone fell out of his hands and onto Cherry Adams' feet.

Cherry Adams leaned over to help him pick it up. The sweat and tears were warm, and she could feel the heat from the screen on her fingertips.

She couldn't really feel the young man's tears.

The young man didn't have time to care about him, just to say thank you.

He continued to edit the text message, and Cherry Adams, who was doing nothing, came over to read it. It probably said something like how much I love you, take care of my family for me, and there was even a phrase: When you die, find someone who loves you more than I do.

Oh," she exclaimed, "the young man is very devoted.

The young man ignored her and, after finishing the text message, leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily.

The plane made a fourth unsuccessful landing and returned to the dark clouds, where the turbulence subsided. The young man calmed down a bit and turned to Cherry Adams, who was resting her eyes.

"You have a good attitude," he said dryly.

"It's not a good attitude," said Cherry Adams. Waiting to die is not the same as begging to live.

Begging to live, crying for help, praying to the gods, like most of the people in the cabin.

Waiting to die is very simple, just close your eyes and lie back, and the rest is just a matter of time.

"You..." The young man looked at Cherry Adams, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Yes. If the plane crashes, I'll be blown to bits. It'll hurt so much, it'll be the worst way to die."

Cherry Adams spoke so casually that the passengers in the front and back rows were shocked and angrily told her not to jinx them.

Cherry Adams shrugged her shoulders and said nothing.

The young man asked again, "Aren't you going to write something?

"What is there to write? I'm thirty years old and I still don't have a boyfriend."

"Write to your loved ones, not necessarily your boyfriend." The young man paused, "Your loved ones must also have some thoughts...

"Loved ones?" Cherry Adams seemed to be in deep thought.

She knitted her eyebrows, "Forget it, it's better to die.

What kind of loved ones would make a woman in her thirties say, 'It's better to die than to write a will for them.

Finally, the plane landed smoothly.

The moment the fuselage broke through the murky clouds.

The wings brushed the snow-white cloud lines like a khata.

Suddenly the world was silent.

Those who had survived the disaster wept with joy.

Those who had family and friends by their side touched the back of each other's hands to encourage each other and to convey the joy of safety through their eyes. Others, like the young man next to Cherry Adams, picked up their cell phones to let loved ones and friends know they were safe. She just kept her chin up and looked out the window at the dark green tarmac.

She was just thinking about the two people she would have to face later.

Cherry Adams wanted the captain to turn the plane around.

The plane landed safely and Cherry Adams followed the crowd.

The lobby was filled with survivors crying with joy.

It was noisy, and Cherry Adams rubbed her ears in annoyance.

Then she was caught in a big hug.

"Sister! Sister!" The man wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I'm so glad you're all right! I was so scared. I thought you might not make it. I don't know how I'm going to get through this without you!"

Cherry Adams buried her face in his trench coat, feeling like she couldn't breathe. Pascal Lee cried as he spoke, his chest shaking and his heart pounding. Cherry Adams' ears were about to fall off from the shock, and she felt really corny, so she put up with the hugging and crying for a while.

"That's enough, man up, you're in your twenties, don't be such a pussy!"

Cherry Adams pushed him away, not seeing anyone behind him, and asked again, "Are you alone? Where's Jasper Lee?"

Pascal Lee's eyes were red, "Over there."

Cherry Adams looked in the direction he pointed.

Jasper Lee was standing not far away, dressed in a suit, his hair slicked back. He was tall, and in the crowd of people coming and going, he looked like a dark rock pillar stuck in a low stone forest, just out of place.

Being the older sister, she almost got into trouble. Some people called for help, while others just stood by and watched. Jasper Lee's dark, slanted eyes narrowed as he looked at Cherry Adams' face, and he pulled the corners of his mouth in a way that suggested he was just going through the motions.

Cherry Adams was in a bad mood, too, as she remembered those old events.

"Just leaving the office?" His suit was perfectly tailored.

"Just finished entertaining," Jasper Lee said curtly, "where's your luggage?

"I sent it back, checked luggage is damn expensive."

Cherry Adams spoke casually, cursing. Damn his father and mother, his sister was such a vulgar person.

Jasper Lee frowned, he hadn't heard such harsh language in a long time, "This is a public place, can't you behave?"

"I'm rude? You should have seen how many people were cursing and swearing on the plane just now. I was very polite, okay?" Cherry Adams crossed her arms, "After only two days as director, you think you're better than everyone else? Let me tell you, Jasper Lee, you are in no position to lecture me!

Jasper Lee's sharp eyebrows narrowed, 'Cherry Adams!

"Did you just call me Cherry Adams?" You're so rude.

"Hey, stop it." Pascal Lee saw that the two were about to start fighting again and quickly stepped in to break it up. For many years, he had served this function in the family. "Brother, our sister just got off the plane and had such a big accident. It's normal for her to be in a bad mood."

"No!" Cherry Adams sneered, "I was in a great mood on the plane, thinking it would be nice to die and not have to be half-killed by you two every year. If I'm in a bad mood, it's because I saw the two of you after I got off the plane!"

"Hey, sis, why are you scolding me too?" Pascal Lee had to agree with her, "It's cold outside, let's get in the car first. I made a special reservation at your favorite restaurant, didn't you say you wanted to eat spring water Wuchang fish? He asked the chef to reserve a fresh one.

Cherry Adams' expression softened slightly. Her younger brother really does know how to read her mind. She looked right past Jasper Lee and lifted her foot to walk out of the terminal.

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Once inside, the heat from the car had not dissipated, and Cherry Adams sat in the passenger seat. She had a habit of sitting in the passenger seat. She had been a driver and a driving instructor, and she felt uncomfortable sitting in the back seat. She thought Pascal Lee was driving, but she didn't expect it to be Jasper Lee, and she wanted to get out of the car immediately.

"Why?" Jasper Lee backed the car up while steering.

"I want to sit in the backseat. I get sick sitting next to you."

Jasper Lee: "Suit yourself, but if you lose your appetite, don't eat."

"Who's asking you to eat?" Cherry Adams yelled, "Stop the car!"

Pascal Lee was worried sick. He looked down at his phone for a moment, and the two of them started arguing again. They had planned to go to Syria next year, but this was out of the question. These two firecrackers together, and World War III might start. It was highly undesirable.

"Brother, please be quiet. It's rare for me to come back," he said to Cherry Adams. Brother is just like that. He was just...'

Jasper Lee gave him a cold look.

Pascal Lee had to hold his tongue.

Indeed, it was rare for him to come back, and Cherry Adams didn't want to make the atmosphere so tense. She just closed her eyes to rest and stopped talking.

The bus stopped halfway, and Cherry Adams slowly woke up, thinking they had arrived at the place for dinner. It turned out that Jasper Lee wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes.

"I'll buy you a pack!" Cherry Adams was furious. "When did you become such an addict?"

Jasper Lee didn't think it was a big deal and looked at her: "I have to smoke at work and at social events. When people offer me cigarettes, I take them."

"What did you used to say to me?" Cherry Adams imitated his tone. "Sooner or later, smoking will kill you, and then you'll have a tube in your lungs.

"What, so you just keep on smoking?" Jasper Lee was unambiguous as he and she went over old business. "In the old house, the living room was so small, and Pascal Lee and I had to breathe second-hand smoke every day. Or have you stopped smoking now? Don't you quit a few times a year?"

"Fuck you..." Cherry Adams opened her eyes wide and swore.

In the end, it was Pascal Lee again: "Hey, come on, come on, cigarettes are a businessman's basic need. Stop arguing, I'll go buy some.

"Just indulge him!" Pascal Lee opened the car door and heard Cherry Adams scolding, "His shitty temper is all because of you...

The car door closed. Cherry Adams immediately fell silent.

Being alone with Jasper Lee, she was a little afraid, to be honest.

This fear was not because she was shy, but because of something else.

Jasper Lee had a very ridiculous and disgusting disease.

Her face was not bright, and Jasper Lee's attitude was not much better.

It was getting dark, and the sky was getting darker. It had rained during the day, and it looked like it would rain again at night.

Cherry Adams asked subconsciously, "Did you pick up the laundry that was drying in the sun?"

Jasper Lee: "We have a drying room at home and an aunt to help.

"You're getting more and more relaxed," Cherry Adams teased, "You were already a master at home, with clothes and food delivered to you, but now that you're a real master, you even have to hire someone to do your laundry and drying. Now you need someone to hold your hand when you pee, don't you?"

"So I'm going to quit my multimillion-dollar business and go home to pick up laundry? Everyone at the company is waiting for me to pick up laundry and make money."

Jasper Lee's eloquence has grown over the years.

Cherry Adams is actually at a bit of a loss.

She turned to attack him on other fronts: "So what if you've made progress in your career? You're already in your late twenties, not a young guy like Pascal Lee. You don't even have chopsticks at home. You should be ashamed. Do you think it's easy for a man in his thirties to find a partner? People just think there's something wrong with you. Didn't I ask you to go on a blind date last year? That business partner, Miss Wu..."

Jasper Lee interrupted her impatiently.

"She's already married."

Cherry Adams was even happier, clapping her hands together, "I told you, didn't I tell you? Huh? If you don't ask someone out more often, someone else will. Miss Wu is so pretty, well educated, and speaks so well, it's no wonder people don't look at you.

She either didn't know or was just pretending to be stupid.

Jasper Lee's eyes were full of poisonous flames.

"Yes," he sneered, "it's better than some people who think they can handle their relationships cleanly, but now they're left with a mess.

Cherry Adams hadn't expected him to mention that, and she was so angry her teeth chattered. You think you're so decent? If you're so capable, don't avoid me!

"Am I avoiding you, or are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Why should I chase you away? Don't you have any sense?"

Cherry Adams panted heavily, the car as hot as a furnace.

Jasper Lee's eyes were the match that lit the fuse in her mind.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't tell me your damn disease hasn't been cured yet.

"Disease?" Jasper Lee also looked straight at her, "Yes, my disease is still not cured."

"I... shit!" Cherry Adams hit the car window in a state of collapse, "I think studying abroad has damaged your brain! Do you know that this kind of thinking is abnormal? It's disgusting! It's ridiculous! How do you want Pascal Lee to see you? How do you want others to see you?'

Jasper Lee's eyes were red with anger, "I'm disgusting?"

"Aren't you sick? When you were a senior in high school, did you want me to say something? Huh?" Cherry Adams couldn't bring herself to say it, "I was playing with my underwear, I was fucking naive, I thought you were late to puberty, but I didn't realize you were early to psychosis!

Jasper Lee, however, calmed down under her abuse.

"Cherry Adams, you obviously know everything."

"I just know you're sick in the head!" Cherry Adams paused, "I should have let you..."

"Die?" Jasper Lee picked up the thread easily.

Over the years, she had always taken this opportunity to insult him.

"You know?" He said the most cutting words in a cold tone, "I heard that there was an accident on the flight, and for a few seconds, I really hoped that you would die. If you had died, I would have been relieved too... Why couldn't you just die on the plane?"

Cherry Adams looked at Jasper Lee in disbelief.

There was silence, and her eyes fell on his wrists.

There were bright red pinprick marks all over the pulse points.

It was a secret code that only she and he knew.

"Jasper Lee..." She looked away, her tone still cold but with a hint of calm. "If you want me dead, why are you crying?"