At just eighteen years old, Wen He is diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. A system appears and binds itself to him.
Even though he was born into a cold and harsh family, and even though he i...
He looked at Cheng Yudie, wanting to pat her comfortingly, but his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
"Who would be blind enough to want you? What do you have to offer?"
Suddenly, Wen's mother's voice echoed in my mind.
Wen He stood there, stunned, her rationality gradually pulled back by the cold reality.
Right now.
A calloused and rough hand grasped Wen He's hand and placed it on Cheng Yudie's head.
Wen He looked up in astonishment.
To my surprise, it turned out to be the beggar I had seen on the roadside earlier.
How did he end up here?!
"Young man, you have such a good girlfriend, don't let her down," said the elderly beggar.
He then rummaged through the patched lining of the coat.
He pulled out a large handful of money, mostly in 1-yuan and 5-yuan notes, with a small amount in 20-yuan and 50-yuan notes.
The beggar handed Wen He his only six 100-yuan bills.
"What is this...?" Wen He asked, puzzled.
The beggar gave Wen He a wink, and only then did he realize that Cheng Yudie had fallen asleep in his arms while crying.
“You need these more than I do, take them.”
After leaving the money, the beggar gradually left.
Wen He glanced at the beggar who was gradually disappearing from sight, and then at Cheng Yudie, who was fast asleep in his arms.
So this world is still a warm place after all...
Wen He thought to herself.
Since that's the case, let's just get through today first.