As far as Faye Yardley was concerned, as long as she and her brother were doing well, that meant the whole family was fine.
As for anyone else, she couldn't give a damn.
Faye Yardley carefully searched her memories. 'Did I really transmigrate into a book? How can my feelings for my brother be so real?'
The thought left her a bit dazed.
'Whatever. In any case, my brother is definitely my real brother. That can't be fake.'
'His love and protection for me can't be fake either.'
'If none of it is fake, then all of it must be real.'
Faye Yardley never wasted energy on internal conflicts or got hung up on useless things.
But she didn't want her brother to be a bleeding heart, so she sent him a reminder: "Bro, the second wave of people will be arriving after this month. You're not allowed to take in any so-called 'relatives.'"
