[Brother Wars] Reverse String Princess

"My lord, this is our latest design."

"It's so beautiful, I really didn't misread you."

[Winter Flower] Sitting on the high platform, kneeling down on one knee, there are two beautifully dressed servants with red birthmarks on their faces.

"As long as adults like it."

The scene changed, [Winter Flower] wore the clothes designed by these two people, and participated in a party among the nobles, which amazed everyone present. From the beginning to the end, the number of people who struck up a conversation with him was countless, both male and female.

The two servants stayed in their studio, busy designing other costumes.

Two completely different worlds, but pieced together.

After the banquet was over, [Winter Flower] returned to her mansion and accepted the service of the servants, while those two were still working.

Time and time again, their meetings revolved around the new gown, other times they didn't touch it at all.

[Winter Flower] regards them as good tailors, and they regard [Winter Flower] as the best master.

Dong Hua looked at that [Winter Flower], he thought it was him, but something was wrong.

Obviously very familiar, the brain will have emotions similar to nostalgia after seeing these memories, but it is so unreal.

A voice told him that something was missing, and there was another person who hadn't appeared.

But Dong Hua waited for a long time, but still did not meet that person, gradually, he stopped looking at those pictures.

The plot is similar with minor differences, but the location is changed, so what's so interesting about it.

Gradually, those images disappeared, everything disappeared, and everything became quiet and dark again.

[Winter flowers. 】

A voice came from a distance.

【I beg you to wake up, please, Donghua——】

[As long as you wake up, I can promise you anything. 】

Who?

Dong Hua raised her head in confusion, and looked around, but she couldn't see anything except the darkness.

who is it?

"who are you?"

Donghua heard her voice spread far away, and then formed an echo, drifting farther and farther away.

"Where are you?"

But no matter what Donghua said or asked, no one answered.

【My lord, we want you to be happy, so——】

[My lord, I'm sorry. 】

[Xiao Donghua, why don't you wake up after the sun is drying your ass? 】

[Winter Flower, wake up quickly. 】

[Sister Donghua, I miss you so much. 】

【Brother Donghua, I'll wait for you to go home. 】

who is it?who are you?

Dong Hua clutched her head that was throbbing with headaches, every time he wanted to think deeply, it would hurt, but he couldn't remember who these people were.

Did he know it?

--Can not remember.

On the fourth day after Donghua fell into a coma in a car accident, they still took turns talking to Donghua one by one, but after such a long time, it was of no use at all.

"Xiaoya, why is sister Donghua still awake?"

Mi hugged his most beloved baby bunny vigorously, and looked up at Ya Chen who was beside him.

"I'll wake up soon, I have to trust Donghua."

Yachen patted Mi's head and comforted Mi, but he was not very sure in his heart.

Four days have passed, and the doctor said during the examination that Donghua's body recovered very well, even better than the average person, but she just couldn't wake up. In the end, it could only be attributed to the congestion in the brain that pressed the nerves, or psychologically. The pressure is so high that the patient doesn't want to wake up yet.

They all knew that maybe the doctor was right, Donghua didn't remember it.

They are in pain, when is winter flower not?They put all their hopes on him and wanted him to make a choice, but it was precisely this that increased his psychological pressure.

Carrying the hearts of all people is not something ordinary people can afford.

On the fifth day, this is the final customs clearance document issued by the doctor. If it doesn't work today, the probability of waking up in the future will be greatly reduced.

——Not everyone can be blessed by miracles.

"Winter Flower, wake up quickly."

Liu Sheng covered up the pain very well, leaving only gentleness on the surface, he stared at Dong Hua's eyes, as if he could see those intoxicating brown pupils in the next second.

These days, they have calmed down and had a good talk. Qi Zhi's ideas exceeded their expectations, and they made the biggest concession.

"As long as you are happy, we will cooperate well."

If Donghua is unwilling, no one will force him.

Liu Sheng still remembered Qi Zhi's bloodshot eyes that night, he hadn't slept well for several days.

"If Dong Hua wakes up, I won't force him anymore."

The remorse on Kiori's face was so obvious, and the words he said were so sincere.

"If he does leave me and choose one of you, I will bless you."

Donghua's sleeplessness almost crushed all the people who liked him, look, now Kiori has made concessions.

"Each according to his own ability."

He heard himself say it.

No one knows what will happen in the future, but they all know that if they lose Baishi Donghua, they will die.

——No one can calmly bear the eternal departure of a loved one, even in such a passive situation.

"Wake up quickly, Winter Flower."

[Hurry up and wake up. 】

It's this voice again.

In the darkness, the long-haired boy curled up into a ball.

He has heard this voice more than once, and it is very familiar, but he just can't remember who the owner of the voice is.

[Winter Flower, I miss you. 】

—Winter flowers?Are you calling me?

The young man raised his lowered head and looked up with confused eyes.

It's been a long time, he doesn't know exactly how long, he only knows what he is forgetting.

Memories will appear from time to time, and will disappear after reading it once, completely disappearing, no matter how much he thinks about it, he will not be able to remember it.

The boy didn't know why he couldn't remember, but he knew that those memories made him very sad, even if he couldn't even find a reason for being sad.

——Ah, yes, my name is Donghua, but what is my last name?

The eyes that were clear just now fell into confusion again.

--Can not remember.

After thinking for a while, the boy still lowered his head and resumed his ball shape again.

—Probably not important.

【Winter flower, don't you want us? 】

A hoarse male voice appeared next to the boy's ear, causing the boy's steady heart to beat violently.

【Winter Flower—Winter Flower——】

As soon as that voice appeared, the boy found that his heart was sore, he felt very uncomfortable, and wanted to cry.

【Donghua, why are you crying? 】

--cry?

The boy touched the corners of his eyes, and there was still a layer of water stains between the touches of the skin.

--He cried?

[Don't cry, I will feel bad when you cry, don't cry. 】

——It's not because of you!It's all because of you!

The young man wrinkled his face in grievance, tears streaming down his face.

He didn't know why he was crying, why he thought that way, probably because of those forgotten memories.

——To make him so sad, those memories must not be good ones.

Thinking of this, Dong Hua no longer took the initiative to search for those memories.

——If you hate something, just throw it away.

--But.

The boy raised his head and looked at the darkness around him.

——It’s so annoying here, it’s so dark, you can’t see anything.

By the way, those people seem to be telling him to wake up, is he sleeping?

The young man tilted his head, thinking blankly, there were still tears on his face, which looked extremely ridiculous.

— But how to wake up?

— Hurry up, hurry up and wake up.

The surrounding darkness slowly receded, replaced by endless white. When the last bit of darkness faded, the boy was aching all over his body, and then he heard himself finally make a sound.

"pain."

A sound like a mosquito screeching came out of his mouth, waking up Lucy who was in pain.

"Winter flowers?"

"pain."

The boy on the bed screamed aggrievedly, the expression on his face was constantly changing, and then under Liu Sheng's gaze, his eyes opened a crack.

——It’s so dazzling.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the bright lights, and the young man who hadn't seen the light for a long time couldn't help but swallow physiological salt water. His body was heavy and his head was groggy. He couldn't even lift his hands.

"Winter flowers!"

Liu Sheng almost cried with joy, he suppressed the desire to hug Dong Hua, pressed the button on the head of the bed, and then turned sideways, so that the brothers outside could see Dong Hua who had opened his eyes.

Having lost Lucy's barrier, it's easy for those outside to see Donghua's appearance through the glass. All the people watching Donghua rushed to stand up and walk in. For a while, several big men blocked the door. Almost couldn't get in.

Just waking up, Donghua's nerves are still very slow, her brain is running slowly, recycling and processing a small amount of information, the noise at the side of her ear has caught Donghua's attention, he turned his head with difficulty, and watched one man after another. This room is full.

Before Dong Hua had time to think, the pain nerves were activated again, Dong Hua wrinkled her face with forbearance.

"pain."

"Oh, what are you all doing here? Get out, I want to check."

A male doctor appeared at the door of the ward, looked dissatisfied at the crowd around the bed, and said that he wanted to drive them away. After all the people had been driven out, the doctor softened his face and asked Dong Hua gently.

"how do you feel?"

"pain."

Donghua said this word for the fourth time, and now he couldn't feel anything except pain.

Oh, and maybe an upset stomach.

"pain?"

The male doctor frowned, took out a flashlight to shine on Donghua's eyes, and then asked a few more questions, Donghua's answer was still pain.

——It shouldn’t be.

Even if the pain is slow, it shouldn't still hurt after so many days, and after the operation, the pain should have disappeared long ago.

"Head, headache."

Donghua finally said another word, and the doctor suddenly realized.

"Do you remember who you are?"

Symptoms such as memory loss often occur when the cerebral cortex is damaged. The pain is caused by the overload of the nerves caused by forced recall, and the compression of the nerves by the congestion that has not completely dissipated.

"I?"

Donghua looked at the strange man in front of her in confusion.

"Yes, yes—winter flowers? I, I don't remember."

Donghua still remembers that someone called this name before, but that's all.

"Then do you remember who they are?"

The doctor pointed to the anxious people outside.

Dong Hua turned her head to look outside through the glass, all the beautiful men were standing in line, which made Dong Hua smile a bit.

Dong Hua shook his head, he didn't remember who these people were.

The few standing outside couldn't hear anything because the door was closed, so they could only stare anxiously.

"Do you remember your age?"

"17—right?"

"What about gender?"

"···male."

"Is there anyone you like?"

"...Does this have something to do with my illness?"

The doctor coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment. If those unscrupulous guys hadn't forced him, he wouldn't have asked these questions.

"Do you remember why you were hospitalized?"

Dong Hua narrowed her eyes and thought for a while, but her mind was blank.

"Can not remember."

He said it very frankly.

"okay, I get it."

The doctor took out the pen he carried with him and wrote on the medical form, then left the ward, closed the door, and said something to the people standing outside, Donghua only saw the doctor say a few more words, and those people suddenly became very nervous Excited, I almost rushed in.

Dong Hua blinked, straightened her head and closed her eyes again.

Although he doesn't remember those people, it seems that they are very familiar people now.

——But I don’t feel it.

Feel nothing, like a stranger.

The only thing Donghua can remember now is those women's clothes, probably because she is a man but she cares about wearing women's clothes.

——By the way, when did he wear women's clothes?Could it be that he used to be a transvestite?

—Ah, my head started hurting again.

The brain that had just been relieved began to ache again because of Donghua's thinking, but Donghua had no choice but to empty her brain.

After a long time, the door was opened, and the first person to come in was a child. He rushed to Dong Hua's side before the others, looked at Dong Hua with teary eyes, and tried his best not to let the tears fall, but the effect was not great.

"Sister Donghua."

The child choked up and wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, Donghua felt a dull pain in his brain.

——He remembers...he should be male?

"Sister Donghua, don't you remember Mi?"

The boy who called himself Mi looked at Donghua with expectant eyes, but Donghua had no other emotions except for the boy's tears.

——He is most afraid of children crying.

Although she knew that Mi would be sad, Donghua still shook her head honestly. Sure enough, when she saw Donghua shaking her head, Mi couldn't help but burst into tears, then turned around and threw herself at a serious-looking man wearing glasses. man's arms.

The headache hadn't passed yet, and Donghua felt more pain after being quarreled like this, but she couldn't make any sound, so she could only frown slightly to express her dissatisfaction.

"Winter flowers."

A silver-haired young man sat on the side of his bed with a painful face, stretched out his hand to hold Donghua, Donghua subconsciously wanted to struggle, but found that apart from his lack of physical strength, he did not resent this person's touch, on the contrary— — very used to it.

Since the body has acknowledged this person's familiarity, then he has nothing to worry about.

Donghua doesn't know why he thinks this way, but he chooses to obey his heart, he doesn't dislike the person in front of him, this alone is enough to accept the touch.

For the current Shiraishi Donghua, everyone is a stranger, and these [strangers] are divided into likes and dislikes, of course it is a very simple kind of like.

Baishi Donghua is proud, not everyone can touch skin to skin, even if it's just a handshake, he will decide whether to reach out based on his senses.

——His intuition told him that everyone in this room was acceptable to Shiraishi Donghua.

So he chooses to be patient, no matter how painful he is now.

He was waiting for the person in front of him to speak, but this person has been staring at him since he called his name, without saying a word, and the other people behind him are the same as him, are they going to be silent or not? gold?

In the end, Donghua did not resist the protest from her body organs.

"water."

After not drinking or eating for a long time, his throat was already dry and smoking, and his stomach without any filling began to overflow with gastric acid. Excessive gastric acid overflowed to his throat, and he could even feel that his throat was being corroded.

- An indescribable feeling.

God knows that just saying this word made him feel dry and cracked.

A half-grown boy in sportswear frantically took out an unopened bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and stepped forward to feed him water.

Dong Hua was dragged by the neck, and slowly sat up so that he could drink water.

When her lips touched the cold water, Donghua couldn't help but gulp and drank it. She wasn't so thirsty before, she just wanted to moisten her throat, but now she drank more than half of the bottle of water before she stopped. It flowed down the chin, forming water stains.

The corrosive feeling in the throat was suppressed a little, and Donghua felt her stomach was overwhelming, and she couldn't hold it back, her throat was sore, and she vomited up the water she drank and the stomach acid on one side of her body, and the stains on the ground were faint It smelled sour, but the others didn't care, instead they kept asking Dong Hua, not even noticing the vomit under their feet, or they didn't care at all.

At this time, another curly-haired man came in. The boy in the sportswear couldn't help shouting when he saw him coming in.

"Brother Yachen, come and take a look, Donghua just vomited after drinking some water."

The man named Yachen walked through the crowd and came to Donghua's side in twos and threes. What he saw was the pale young man leaning on the edge of the bed, bending over and making movements of vomiting. He obviously couldn't vomit anything, but he continued to vomit. Repeatedly, what came out in the end was just stomach acid with saliva in it.

Yachen noticed the small half bottle of mineral water on the bedside table, and immediately understood what was going on, and warned the flustered boy with a serious face.

"Subaru, you are too careless. Donghua hasn't drank or eaten for such a long time. How can she drink cold mineral water as soon as she comes up? No matter what, it should be lukewarm."

Subaru rubbed his head in embarrassment, the others also looked guilty, they didn't think of the fact that Donghua couldn't drink cold water yet.

Donghua kept her head down, although her stomach was no longer uncomfortable, but the sour taste in her throat became more and more obvious, and it was hard to guarantee that nausea would happen again, so he just kept going like this, Qi Zhi gently patted Donghua's back, Help him feel better.

"I'm going to pour some hot water."

Those who stood on the periphery had to volunteer to leave the room. He was really an unusual one among the brothers who were scrambling to get in. He might as well leave first and be quiet for a while.

If he hadn't come back yet, the cleaning aunt came in with cleaning tools, and everyone dispersed embarrassedly, making way for the aunt to clean up the vomit.

The filth is gone, but there is still a smell in the air. Tsubaki opened the window, but he didn't dare to open too much because of the cold winter flowers.

The doctor who left earlier asked the nurse to bring a few bottles of infusion, replaced the unfinished glucose, and continued the drip.

"The doctor said to see it for a few days first, and if the situation is good, it can be transferred to the general ward."

Ukyo nodded and thanked the nurse.

Because of the need for a sterile environment, Donghua has been in the intensive care unit, and now being able to transfer to the general ward means that they no longer have to worry about it.

——Although it is forgotten, it is better than leaving. This is the lightest punishment, right?

The author has something to say: Procrastination committed, closed my laptop for seven or eight hours in a small dark room, and I had so much fun playing on the desktop (┬▽┬)

I am getting more and more headaches about twins, how can I let them get lunch_(:3∠)_

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