He is a Shining Star

I took out the drawing paper and tried to recover my feeling for it.

I was so absorbed in the painting that I didn't notice that there was another person in the room.

"Stella?"

I raised my head and frowned slightly.

"When did you come back?"

I rubbed my eyes. They felt sore from reading for a long time.

Luxor's voice was filled with anger.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?"

I didn't understand. It was just a missed call. He often didn't answer my calls or reply to my messages before.

"I'm busy. I didn't hear you."

This was the countless times he had brushed me off, and now I was returning the same excuse to him.

I stood up with one leg and reached for my phone on the bedside table. As soon as I unlocked it, the message notifications kept chiming.

Some were from Luxor, and some were from Casper.

I opened Casper's chat box, filled with "Stella." I quickly glanced at it; it was probably about the studio's profit sharing and benefits.

I replied briefly and looked up at Luxor.

Luxor looked at my leg and the screen of my phone. For a moment, he didn't know where to start asking.

"Your leg..."

I looked down.

"It's been set with a steel plate. Anything else?"

Luxor's eyes briefly flashed with guilt, and he wanted to come forward to help me.

I dodged away, leaving Luxor feeling somewhat dejected, standing with his hands hanging by his sides.

"That day, Sherry got injured. You know, she felt dizzy and said she couldn't breathe properly. I wanted to take her for a check-up and then come back..."

But he looked into my eyes and couldn't continue.

Sherry's injury was just a minor knock on her hand, covered with a large adhesive bandage.

As for me, I was left alone in a burning building. If it weren't for a kind person who saved me, I might not have made it out alive.

Luxor coughed lightly, bringing my attention back.

"It's also because Sherry didn't eat anything today and has low blood sugar, so I went to take care of her, which delayed me."

I stopped at the guest room doorway, turning back to look at him quietly.

"It's only right, after all, she's your neighbor's little sister. You should pay more attention to her."

He was taken aback, not expecting me to say that.

In the past, I would have interrogated him fervently, asking who was more important to him.

"Stella, why are you acting so strange? There's nothing between Sherry and me."

I interrupted him coldly.

"She's just your little sister. You just need to take better care of your sister. I get it. Are you satisfied now?"

Luxor was left speechless by my retort.

"You don't need to tell me anything else. I don't want to know. You can go and care for your dear little sister."

Luxor stood still, struggling to say.

"Then go to bed early."

The next morning, I was awakened by a commotion.

Sherry came.

"Luxor, why hasn't Stella gotten up yet? You spoil her too much."

"I brought so many things to see her. Why isn't she getting up? Does she not welcome me? Or did I give Stella the wrong impression? Is she still mad at me? She is too petty."

I leaned against the door frame with one leg, quietly watching her acting wronged in front of Luxor.

Luxor ruffled her hair and comforted her gently

"Of course not. I'll go call her."

As he looked up, our eyes met. I watched him quietly.

Sherry hurried over to me, exclaiming.

"Stella, is your leg really injured?"

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I hadn't fainted, causing Luxor to take me to the hospital first, he wouldn't have left you alone in the fire."

Her voice carried a hint of fear, as if I were a vicious person.

Luxor couldn't bear to see her like this, so he stepped forward to comfort her.

"It's not your fault. The hotel fire wasn't your doing, so you shouldn't blame yourself."

"Stella, if you want to blame someone, blame me. This has nothing to do with Luxor. You don't need to make it hard for him. You can even hit me."

Watching Sherry's pitiful look, it felt like I was back to that night.

During the vacation, Sherry said she was bored at home alone and invited us for a road trip. As soon as we got in the car, she sat in the front seat next to Luxor, being all chummy with him.

I pretended not to see from the back seat, but Sherry didn't let me off, pestering me with questions.

"Stella, are you really together with Casper? Is it true?"

After saying that, Sherry covered her mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Stella. I forgot that Luxor is still here."

Luxor's face turned grim instantly. Later, when we arrived, he dragged me to the hotel room and slammed me to the ground with a crisp sound of a slap echoing in the room.

We had a heated argument, and Sherry stood by, pretending to be concerned.

"Stop, I believe Stella and Casper, they are just very close friends."

This statement further incited Luxor.

Later, there was a fire downstairs, and the flames spread to our room. Luxor dragged Sherry out, and due to the fire, the door was damaged and couldn't be opened.

I was left alone in the room, desperate and crying in pain.

The sensation of my leg being burned by the intense fire was still vivid in my mind.

When I came to my senses, I looked down, feeling scared.

"Yeah, I was terrified. If it hadn't been for that kind passerby, I might not have made it back."

"I'm sorry, Stella. I didn't know..."

Luxor showed a rare look of guilt, wanting to come forward to comfort me.

However, before he could take a step forward, Sherry pulled him back and said.

"Then I'm sure you'll be blessed if you survive this disaster, Stella! Luxor, things have already happened, so you don't need to blame yourself. Let's go buy some fruit to celebrate Stella's escape from great danger and to make amends to her."

Self-reproach and amends?

I don't need it.

I didn't need their self-reproach and amends. They comforted each other but never truly cared about the feelings of me, the victim.

They came back quickly with a lot of bags in their hands.

"Stella, thank you. I haven't had so much fruit in a long time. Now I can finally make my secret fruit salad!"

I watched them happily cutting and eating the fruit, making and praising each other's tea, and even cutting the cake without saving any for me.

After Sherry washed her hands, she playfully flicked water at Luxor.

Luxor lowered his head and nuzzled Sherry's forehead with his chin.

The first birthday we celebrated together, I tried to make a cake with Luxor.

I accidentally smeared a bit of cream on his face.

He immediately showed a look of disgust and resistance.

"It's so dirty!"

In front of so many people, he left with a straight face, disregarding my face.

Since then, I have never eaten cake again.

They ate the fruit in high spirits and evaluated which fruit was more delicious.

Luxor glanced at me from the corner of his eyes and saw that I was still standing there, looking at them calmly.

Furrowing his brows slightly, Luxor sounded a bit impatient.

"Why are you standing there?"

Hearing this, Sherry turned her head and pouted.

"Stella, are you still angry with me? It's all my fault. I fainted so that you were alone in the fire. I should have been burned to death in the fire."

I found their fussing tiresome and left the room.

At noon, I saw Sherry had updated her social media.

[We're the most in sync.]

The picture showed an open bag of snacks on the piano.

Luxor was a young and talented pianist, and his piano room was off-limits to me, let alone eating snacks in there.

When I first moved in, out of curiosity, I checked every room and accidentally dirtied the floor.

When he came back, he was furious.

For me, it was a forbidden area, but for Sherry, it was just a room at home.

Perhaps Luxor didn't mind someone else entering his piano room, it was just the person that mattered.