Half a month later, I returned home covered in injuries.Laughter filled the house. Colorful ribbons and wrapped gifts were scattered everywhere, all signs of a celebration.In the family chat group, I saw the reason.Relatives and friends were congratulating them on surviving the disaster.When Ned Jenkins saw me, a flash of guilt crossed his eyes.When the flood broke out, the first person he thought of was my sister, Joan, even though I was his fiancée.My parents also looked at me with complicated expressions.When they ran, they had thought of everything. They even brought the parrot meant to cheer Joan up, but they forgot about me, their own daughter.Ned walked over and asked hesitantly, "Cynthia, are you okay? Back then, things were crazy. Joan can't walk well, so I had to save her first."As he spoke, he reached out, trying to pat my head like he used to.I casually avoided his hand and stared at him coldly.Mom's eyes turned red as she pulled me into a tight hug. "
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