The old woman sitting beside me in the oncology waiting room kept looking at me.

Maybe she noticed that my hands were too calm.

People who received a terminal diagnosis usually cried.

They begged.

They asked why.

But I had already spent four years asking that question.

Why didn’t my brother believe me?

Why did he choose someone else’s words over mine?

Why did he let me spend the most painful years of my life behind prison walls?

After a while, the tears stopped coming.

The only thing left was exhaustion.

“Young girl.”

The old woman’s voice pulled me back.

I turned.

“Are you here alone?”

I nodded.

She looked at my face with sympathy.

“You are too young to sit here alone.”

I lowered my eyes.

“I got used to it.”

The old woman didn’t ask more.

Maybe she understood that some wounds were not meant to be explained.

A few minutes later, my name appeared on the screen.

“Giang Nien So.”

I stood up.

My legs felt heavier than before.

Not because of the illness.

Because this was the place where I would hear the truth.

Professor Wen Ruo Tang.

The person who had believed me when everyone else called me a criminal.

Four years ago, before I was sentenced, she was the only person who told me:

“Nien So, don’t give up. I believe there is something wrong with this case.”

But I never got the chance to prove my innocence.

My brother had already decided.

The evidence.

The accusations.

Everything pointed toward me.

And the person who testified against me was the same person my brother protected.

His adopted sister.

Liu Yiyi.

The girl who entered our family when she was eight years old.

The girl who smiled sweetly and called me sister.

The girl who, in the end, sent me to prison.

The examination room door opened.

A doctor walked out.

“Giang Nien So?”

I entered.

The moment Professor Wen saw me, she froze.

Her glasses slipped slightly down her nose.

For several seconds, she didn’t speak.

Then she stood up.

“Nien So?”

I smiled faintly.

“Professor Wen.”

Her eyes immediately turned red.

“You finally came.”

Those four words almost broke the wall I had built around myself.

Because for four years…

Someone had been waiting for me.

Someone had believed me.

“I thought you would never come.”

I sat down.

“I almost didn’t.”

She looked at my medical report.

Then her expression changed.

A long silence followed.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

I looked out the window.

“Who would I tell?”

Professor Wen lowered her head.

Because she knew.

The answer was obvious.

My family had abandoned me.

The person who should have protected me had become the person who hurt me the most.

She reviewed my results carefully.

Then she removed her glasses.

“Nien So.”

Her voice became gentle.

“You need treatment immediately.”

I smiled.

“Professor.”

She looked at me.

“How much time do I have?”

Silence.

That silence answered everything.

I nodded.

“I understand.”

Professor Wen clenched her hands.

“You should not have to face this alone.”

I looked down.

“I have been alone for four years.”

The door suddenly opened.

A nurse stepped inside.

“Professor Wen, there is a man asking to see you.”

“I don’t receive visitors during consultations.”

The nurse hesitated.

“He said his name is Giang Tu Hanh.”

My fingers froze.

Even hearing his name after four years still created a strange feeling.

Not pain.

Not anger.

Something closer to a scar being touched.

Professor Wen looked at me.

“Do you want him to come in?”

I was silent for a long time.

Then I shook my head.

“No.”

The nurse left.

But my heart was no longer as calm as before.

Because I knew.

Giang Tu Hanh had never given up easily.

He was the kind of person who could control an entire company.

The kind of person who could make people obey with one sentence.

But he couldn’t force me to return to the past.

Not anymore.

Outside the hospital, Giang Tu Hanh stood in the hallway.

His assistant looked worried.

“Mr. Giang, perhaps Miss Nien So needs time.”

He didn’t answer.

His eyes remained fixed on the closed door.

Four years ago, he personally sent his sister to prison.

Four years ago, he watched her kneel in the snow begging him to investigate again.

And he turned away.

He remembered every word she said that day.

“Brother, please believe me.”

“Just once.”

“I didn’t do it.”

But he had held the evidence in his hand.

And chosen someone else.

At that time, he thought he was protecting the family.

Now he finally understood.

The person he destroyed was the only person who had never betrayed him.

The door opened.

Professor Wen walked out.

Giang Tu Hanh immediately stepped forward.

“How is she?”

Professor Wen looked at him.

Not with respect.

With disappointment.

“You are her brother?”

His throat tightened.

“Yes.”

“Then where were you when she needed you?”

The question left him speechless.

Professor Wen handed him the medical report.

“She has advanced lung cancer.”

The hallway became silent.

Giang Tu Hanh stared at the paper.

His hands began to shake.

“No…”

Professor Wen’s expression remained cold.

“She has six months at most.”

The strongest businessman in the city stood there like someone who had lost everything.

“But she doesn’t want your money.”

“She doesn’t want your apology.”

“She only came here because she wanted to tell me something.”

Giang Tu Hanh looked up.

“What?”

Professor Wen sighed.

“She wanted to tell me that I was right to believe her.”

That sentence destroyed him.

Because after four years…

His sister still wasn’t asking him for anything.

Not revenge.

Not compensation.

Not forgiveness.

She only wanted one person to know that she wasn’t a criminal.

Giang Tu Hanh closed his eyes.

For the first time in four years…

He cried.

Not because he lost his sister.

Because he finally realized he had lost her long before today.

Inside the consultation room, I sat quietly looking at the sunlight outside.

I had no idea what would happen next.

I didn’t know if the truth would come out.

I didn’t know if my brother would regret it.

And honestly…

I no longer cared.

Because I had spent too many years waiting for someone to save me.

Now, with only six months left…

I wanted to save myself.