Chapter 71 It's too cheap to dirty him, so he doesn't deserve to be cherished...
This is not the first time Jin Zhao has faced the death of a loved one.
At the age of five, he was already holding his grandmother's hand, innocently hugging two light little jars, and calling them "Dad" and "Mom".
Grandma was crying, everyone was crying, so he started crying too.
But at that time he didn't understand what death was. He only knew that from that day on, his parents never came home again.
Now that he understands everything, he doesn't need anyone to teach him, and he becomes the one who leads the crying.
He knelt there, the small jar containing the ashes of his last relative, a petite old woman who was only 1.6 meters tall.
During the three days of the funeral, Jin Zhao didn't care who came or who left, nor did he have the energy to pay attention to anything or anyone.
The old lady, who was used to a quiet life, was sent off in a lively and bustling manner.
Jin Zhao lay on the rocking chair where his grandmother usually sat, swaying back and forth.
He suddenly realized that sitting here, he could clearly see the photos hanging on the wall—his and Jiang Xiliu's.
The photos that Jiang Xiliu once hung up to deliberately provoke him filled the empty space when Grandma Jin was waiting alone.
A faint sound came from the gate, but Jin Zhao seemed oblivious.
No matter who comes, it can't be Grandma Jin.
Therefore, it is not important.
When Jiang Xiliu opened the door and saw Jin Zhao's listless appearance, she frowned and asked, "How much longer are you going to stay like this?"
Upon hearing this, Jin Zhao looked bewildered for a moment, then found it amusing.
Was she concerned about him? Or did she want to take him back and lock him up again?
He turned his face away from her, as if refusing to communicate.
Jiang Xiliu: ...So stubborn.
She hadn't been to this house with her name on it for a long time. She looked around, her gaze lingering on the open space of the kitchen.
She glanced at the back of Jin Zhao's head, guessing that he probably hadn't seen it, and tiptoed over to close the kitchen door.
After closing the door, Jiang Xiliu turned around.
The man who had deliberately turned his back to her just now sat up and was staring at her intently.
"What are you looking at!" Jiang Xiliu walked over, shoved his face, and wouldn't let him look into the kitchen.
On the kitchen counter was a small pink plastic box containing pink flowers—or rather, cream that looked very brightly colored.
This is most likely a cake that Grandma Jin bought for Jin Zhao, and it has developed some mold spots due to being left out for a long time.
Jin Zhao was humiliated and tried to turn his back, but Jiang Xiliu didn't give him the chance.
She cupped his face firmly in her hands, forcing him to look directly at her: "People should look forward. Grandma... wouldn't be happy to see you like this either."
Jin Zhao didn't react much, avoided her gaze for a moment, but then had no choice but to face her.
He simply stared at her, making Jiang Xiliu feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Do you know?" Jin Zhao's already pale face drained of color, making him look even paler. "When I received the call, Grandma had just fallen not long ago. At that time, she was fine and still conscious."
Jiang Xiliu tried to let go, but Jin Zhao grabbed her wrist instead, preventing her from leaving.
Jiang Xiliu didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.
Actually, she felt a little flustered, as if something she had been hiding for several days had finally come to an end and she had to face it.
“She told me to take good care of myself, not to argue with you, and to be more accommodating to you in everything.” Jin Zhao’s gaze was particularly piercing, and he felt a little breathless. He paused for a moment but continued, “Now that I think about it, her condition at that time was so good that it was like a final burst of energy before death.”
“Uncle Qin told me that Grandma passed away shortly after talking to me, and told me not to blame myself. He really didn’t lie to me. I looked at the hospital records. Even if you hadn’t locked me in the house, I still wouldn’t have been able to see her one last time.”
Uncle Qin is the owner of the supermarket near his home.
“But I always felt that if I hadn’t shouted ‘I can’t get out’ on the phone, Grandma would have held on until I arrived.”
Jiang Xiliu struggled, but couldn't break free from his wrist.
She was still distracted at this moment, thinking, "I haven't eaten anything for three or four days, how do I still have energy?"
She asked, "So you're blaming me?"
Jin Zhao looked at her intently for a while, then shook his head.
He smirked, "You've always been this kind of person. I can only blame myself."
"It's my own fault for not listening to advice."
"It's my own fault for seeing things clearly but deceiving myself into thinking I was wrong."
"It's my own fault..."
Jiang Xiliu covered his mouth.
She didn't ask him whose advice he regretted not listening to, nor what he had seen clearly or what he had been deceiving himself about. She simply said four words: "Let's go home."
...
Life goes on.
So, Jin Zhao returned to the house that had trapped him.
Everything seems unchanged.
Xiao Da, always lying quietly and obediently beside Jin Zhao's legs, and the hamster that loves to follow him around.
Looking at them, Jin Zhao suddenly found a common ground between him and them.
—He and they were all "bought" back by Jiang Xiliu.
— Buying them might have cost real money, but buying them only requires a few half-hearted lies.
You get what you pay for.
Jin Zhao looked blankly out the window at the snow-covered sky.
He wondered: Is it because he is too cheap that he is not worth cherishing or being treated well?
Jin Zhao couldn't figure it out, but he has now learned to give up thinking about it.
He himself may not realize it, but in the eyes of System 0777, who has been observing him all along, he is like a withering blade of grass.
It was still a small blade of grass that didn't crave water.
Jin Zhao no longer stood in front of the French windows every day waiting for Jiang Xiliu, nor did he call to ask when she would return. His world consisted only of opening and closing his eyes, but System 0777 suspected that he had never slept at all, because the dark circles under his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.
In the days when he had no expectations, Jiang Xiliu started going home regularly.
Everything was getting back on track, except for Jin Zhao, who was stagnating.
On an ordinary weekend, the heaviest snowfall in nearly ten years occurred.
Jiang Xiliu was having dinner with her parents when a noisy mechanical voice suddenly sounded from the system in her mind.
[System 0777: Alert! Warning! The Chosen One has been detected to be in mortal danger!]
This is a built-in alarm in the system program.
The atmosphere at home has been extremely strange lately. System 0777 doesn't dare to show its face or say a word, lest it say something wrong and get beaten up.
For example, right now, even the system's built-in programs are practically smoking, and System 0777 doesn't dare ask the young lady to go back and save people; it only dares to give her a careful reminder.
[System 0777: Miss, the agreement... the mission is almost complete... if he dies, we all die, we have to do it again...]
The waiter came over to serve the food, and one of the chopsticks rolled onto the floor.
"Excuse me." The waiter thought he had knocked the customer's chopsticks off when he put the food in the dish, and hurriedly apologized, "I'll get you a new pair."
"It's alright." Jiang Xiliu even smiled faintly at him. "I'm already full, so I don't need to get any more."
Xi Zhen looked up and asked her, "Do you have anything else to do this afternoon?"
Jiang Xiliu sat steadily in her seat, a smile always on her face. "It's nothing, but with the heavy snow today, I don't really want to go out."
"You don't need to go out to play tennis." Jiang Fuhuai has recently become fond of it, and he chuckled, "Want to play a match with me?"
He even deliberately used reverse psychology.
Jiang Xiliu refused, saying with disdain, "Dad, your stamina is too poor. It's no fun fighting with you."
She picked up her coat, which was lying to the side, ignoring Jiang Fuhuai's incessant chatter: "Mom, I'm going back now."
Xi Zhen looked at her, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. Finally, before Jiang Xiliu left the private room, she reminded her, "Get some rest."
Jiang Xiliu turned around and smiled: "Yes, I won't be busy for a while."
As soon as Jiang Xiliu stepped out of the private room, the smile on her face vanished.
She didn't ask what happened to system 0777, as if she had expected it.
[System 0777 couldn't help but ask curiously: Young Miss, are you planning to start over? However, after the small world collapses, your memories will not be retained. This time, it really is only a few days away.]
It's a real shame to start over when the mission is already complete.
“It’s only a few days.” Jiang Xiliu repeated, exhaling. “I’m not stupid. No matter what method I use, I’ll keep him alive. I won’t let him die.”
System 0777 didn't understand; it only knew that the young lady looked very calm, but its monitoring data showed that her heart rate had exceeded 150.
System 0777 now knows that a heartbeat is not the same as being moved, but it doesn't know whether the young lady is excited about her upcoming freedom or annoyed by the behavior of the chosen one.
It's possible that both are true.
When Jiang Xiliu opened the door, Xiao Da, who was usually quiet, started barking wildly.
Upon seeing her return, he immediately bit her trouser leg, trying to drag her into the room.
Jiang Xiliu didn't move. She turned her head slightly and said, "The person should be inside."
The family doctor in the white coat nodded and went inside.
System 0777 was stunned.
When did the young lady find a family doctor?
I live nearby.
Jiang Xiliu sat outside and didn't go in to look. She replied to System 0777: "It has always existed. This person existed before you appeared."
Two years ago, when Jin Zhao was injured in a collision at home, this was the same doctor who came to bandage his wound.
It's just that she doesn't usually like to use it.
After an unknown amount of time, the family doctor and the bodyguards who had gone in to help came out.
"Everyone is fine. Contact us if there are any updates."
"Okay." Jiang Xiliu stood up and nodded. "A Biao, take Dr. Chen home."
Xiao Da lay listlessly by the door of the room.
Jiang Xiliu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly looking at something.
The hamster stood on her shoulder, unable to understand anything.
The sky grew completely dark, but the snow showed no signs of stopping.
Jiang Xiliu finally moved and walked towards the room.
The bodyguards did a quick clean-up, but they weren't professionals, and their work wasn't as thorough as the cleaning lady's. A faint scent of blood moon star still lingered in the air.
The mattress sank slightly, and the eyelashes of the person lying on the bed with their eyes open trembled.
"You've made a mess of the bathroom," Jiang Xiliu said coldly.
Jin Zhao turned his head, his face pale, and apologized, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Xiliu said, "You are responsible for cleaning it up."
That's to be expected; he's the one who made the mess, so he naturally needs to clean it up again. Jin Zhao agreed, "Okay, I'm sorry."
The room remained quiet for a long time.
Jiang Xiliu asked him, "Why did you dirty my bathroom?"
Jin Zhao thought about it seriously, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "I didn't think of that. I won't make the bathroom dirty next time."
The breathing beside him became heavier, and a long time passed, or perhaps not so long.
"That's what I was asking."
Why don't you want to live anymore?
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