The boy maneuvered his wheelchair away expressionlessly, as if he were nothing more than a wisp of air.

bite!

"Character [Pei Yushen] is at a medium level of corruption, which is about to reach the danger threshold. Please try to reduce the corruption value of the character."

The system, which had been lying gracefully like a corpse, sat up in shock: ? ? ? Another one?

now.

The little dumpling's greeting went unanswered.

The situation immediately became awkward.

Madam Pei forced a stiff smile, squatted down, and said apologetically to Chaochao, "I'm sorry, Chaochao, Brother Yushen... is sick and doesn't like to talk. I hope you... won't blame him."

Pei Yushen was assigned to a guest room on the first floor. The room was fully equipped with daily necessities, and the materials were all specially customized, making them flexible, durable, and non-sharp.

The servant led the boy to the guest room.

Chaochao was still standing at the door, gazing at the back of the boy in the wheelchair. Hearing Madam Pei's words, she turned around and blinked her innocent almond-shaped eyes: "Is Brother Yushen sitting in the chair because he is sick?"

Madam Pei's face stiffened slightly, and she finally smiled bitterly, "Yes... Brother Yu Shen's legs are not convenient right now, so he needs to sit in a wheelchair."

So it was because she was sick.

When you're sick and unhappy, you don't want to talk to others.

But she can sit in a chair and doesn't need to walk by herself anymore... She needs her dad and brother to carry her when she can't walk anymore... Yu Shen looks so cool like this...

A multitude of ideas suddenly popped into Chaochao's little head.

It's even a little dangerous.

The system quickly intervened to stop the little dumpling's idea: "Chao Chao, sitting in a wheelchair is not very auspicious."

Chaochao: "What does 'auspicious' mean? Does it mean something delicious?"

System: "...It's...it's bad news. Brother Pei has to use a wheelchair because he has a very serious illness and can't walk anymore. His parents are very sad and upset because of this...Do you understand?"

Little Chaochao seemed to understand, but still nodded slowly.

The system didn't intend to explain too much; these things would naturally become clear as Chaochao grew up.

Mr. and Mrs. Pei stayed for a short while before leaving in a hurry, as they had to catch their afternoon flight.

As for Chaochao, she changed from loitering by the door all morning to wandering around Pei Yushen's room.

The little girl paced back and forth, occasionally raising her head to look at the closed door, then lowering her head thoughtfully. No one knew what she was thinking.

Even though the little dumpling was thinking as she walked, it didn't stop her from opening her mouth to accept Aunt Song's loving feeding.

The room was quiet, as if no one lived there at all.

As Chaochao chewed on the sweet cantaloupe, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she clenched her fists.

She's got it!

The little dumpling ran upstairs and came down a while later carrying two bags of snacks.

These are the potato chips and small bread rolls she carefully selected!

These are all her favorites!

They asked why the little dumpling took a while to come out.

When asked, she said she loved it so much that she couldn't resist eating a pack first.

Chaochao placed two bags of snacks in the center of the room in front of the door.

What was on his little head was...

If you are sick, you need to eat more to get better.

I want to eat more delicious food!

When she was sick before, her grandmother would cook her delicious porridge. Later, when she was taken to a different family, her uncle and aunt would take her out for a big meal when she twisted her ankle.

So, if the little brother is sick, eating more will definitely help him get better quickly.

Chaochao confidently arranged the snacks, raised her hand and gently knocked on the door twice, then hurriedly hid behind a one-meter-high floor-standing blue and white porcelain vase in a flurry of activity.

She vividly remembered that her brother Yu Shen didn't like talking to people.

She's already hidden herself well.

Behind the vase, a pair of bright, clear eyes stared unblinkingly at the door.

However, a minute passed and there was no response.

Perhaps it's because Yu Shen can't walk fast in his wheelchair...

Chaochao tried to convince herself, then crouched down furtively and waited for another five minutes.

No one answered the door.

The confused little dumpling touched its little tuft of hair.

Did Brother Yu Shen not hear me clearly?

From afar, Aunt Song, who was walking and looking for Xiao Tuanzi, called out, "Chaochao, where are you? Aren't you watching Ultraman anymore?"

Ultraman!

Upon hearing this, the little dumpling quickly looked at its right hand. On its pale wrist were crooked green lines drawn horizontally, vertically, and in circles. Chaochao carefully checked its watch.

It shows 3:30.

Oh no, it's Ultraman time!

The incredibly efficient little dumpling jumped up from behind the vase and dashed towards the sofa.

"Grandma, I'm here! Ultraman, wait for me!"

She was instantly pulled away from the agonizing thought of "Why isn't Brother Yu Shen opening the door?"

Aunt Song had no children, and her doting on Chaochao far surpassed that of Aunt Ning.

The Ultraman animation was on, and the glass coffee table was filled with baskets of snacks, exquisite fruit platters, and even the little dumpling's favorite peach milk had a straw carefully inserted.

If you didn't know better, you'd think you'd stumbled into a small party for kids under ten.

While watching Ultraman fight monsters with great interest, Chaochao grabbed a bag of Doritos and started eating. Mmm... delicious, crispy and crunchy.

Chaochao ate and commented.

Suddenly, she stopped moving.

A little while later, in addition to the two small bags of snacks that were already there, a bag of Doritos appeared quietly in front of the closed door.

Chaochao knocked on the door, this time with a bit more force, and immediately ran back to the sofa after knocking.

She lay on the sofa, peeking out with half her head, watching the movement at the door from afar.

Come out, come out!

After a while, the child sighed in disappointment, rolled over and slumped into the soft sofa, and then a minute later—

I continued watching the cartoon with great enthusiasm.

But every time she found a delicious snack, she would run to Pei Yushen's door, leave a bag there, knock on the door, and then run away.

One release, three knocks, one run – not a single step can be omitted.

After several rounds, a small hill of snacks had been piled up at the dark-colored doorway, with all sorts of different kinds.

The system dared not say.

It looks a bit like... an offering.

Behind the dark wooden door lies a completely silent world.

Even though the room was spacious and bright, there was a chill in the air, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe if you stayed there for too long.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, a pale and handsome young man leaned against a wheelchair, his inorganic black eyes staring blankly out the window. Bright sunlight streamed in from outside, casting a long, slanted shadow behind him, dividing the world of light and darkness.

The light knocking on the door sounded for what seemed like the umpteenth time, clear and distinct in the quiet bedroom. But the boy looking out the window paid no heed, not even a flicker of his pupils.