For the next few days, I followed that figure like a stalker.
To avoid being discovered by him, I carried several sets of clothes with me, and I would change into a different jacket every time I changed locations.
Gradually, I learned about his life trajectory in this city.
A sick mother, a lost father, and a boy who goes to school.
Thankfully, there's no younger sister or anything, otherwise I would have thought I'd traveled into a novel.
Seeing how exhausted he looked when he came home late from his part-time job every day, I felt extremely sorry for him.
The original You'an was probably like that too, except one was studying and the other was making money.
They all live very tiring lives.
Driven by pity and longing, the two figures slowly merged together.
During that period, I felt like I was possessed.
When he went to school, I would wait for him outside.
When he was working part-time, I would watch him from the corner.
Even when he was in the hospital, I would obediently follow behind him.
I don't know what my purpose was in doing this; it was all based on instinct.
Until one day.
A doctor found him with a critical condition notice.
"Qin Bai, your mother's illness can't be delayed any longer. If this continues, she won't live to see tomorrow."
"Doctor, could you please operate on her first? I swear..."
He raised his finger in a panic: "Really, I swear, I will definitely pay the medical bills as soon as possible."
This is the first time I've ever seen such an expression on a person's face.
Helplessness, fear, frustration... a whole host of emotions were intertwined.
The director shook his head helplessly: "Qin Bai, this is not a small amount of money, it will cost more than 200,000."
“I know you have difficulties, so I can postpone most of your usual expenses and apply for reimbursement from the hospital.”
But this time...
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it."
Upon hearing this, Xiaobai lowered his head.
After a long while.
He released his grip on the doctor's hand.
The moment he looked up, he gave an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, Director, my son and I have caused you trouble. I know what to do."
Then he bowed deeply: "Thank you, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
A single, glistening teardrop paused in mid-air for a moment before falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.
Just like my heart.
The director patted him on the shoulder, sighed, and turned to leave.
Xiao Bai leaned against the wall, her body slowly sliding down, and finally slumped to the ground.
It's hard for a person to cry when they're in despair. He just sat there quietly, his eyes filled with a deathly gray.
I silently turned and left.
We found the director we had just met.
A dozen minutes later, to the astonishment of the director, I turned and left.
Then I went back to that corner and silently watched Little White.
When the manager appeared before him with a receipt and said a few words, he stood up in disbelief.
That instant.
I saw the hope for life rekindle in his lifeless eyes.
Excited like a child, she tried hard to suppress her overwhelming emotions.
I dared not run, dared not jump, dared not cry out loud.
Perhaps they were afraid of disturbing other patients.
Perhaps they were afraid that all of this was just a mirage, something that would burst at the slightest touch.
His hands trembled as he gripped the receipt, reading it word by word.
His tears welled up again after he confirmed the news.
He kept bowing to the director and saying thank you.
My vision gradually blurred. What seemed useless to me was, in his eyes, the hope of survival.
I silently turned and walked away.
I was lucid at that moment.
Everyone has a different life path, and I can't do too much to disturb him.
Let's consider this medical expense as a gift for meeting him.
I can watch him secretly every day, but I don't want to interfere with his life.
In the following days, he stayed by his mother's side.
The surgery was a success, and Xiaobai's smile returned.
Perhaps it was because his mother's body was too weak, and she remained in a semi-comatose state after undergoing such a major operation.
But this was already quite good for him; at least his mother's life was saved.
He also resumed his daily work.
Just when I thought the days would continue like this, one after another...
That night, I was sitting in the corner of the bar drinking a glass of red wine when he stood in front of me.
I turned my face slightly, glancing to the side with a guilty conscience.
Then.
He walked around the chair and stood in my line of sight.
I turned my head again.
He continued to follow my gaze.
I really couldn't keep up the act any longer.
He feigned surprise and asked, "Um... is there something you need?"
He looked at me intently for a few seconds, then bowed deeply.
"Thank you."
"Huh? What are you doing?"
I quickly helped him up.
Fortunately, there weren't many people around, and no one was paying attention to this area.
He sat down opposite me and said softly, "Sister, you paid for my mother's medical treatment, didn't you?"
When I heard the word "older sister," I was taken aback.
It's very familiar.
It was also very unfamiliar.
It's been a long time since anyone called me that.
Their voices are very similar, their appearances are very similar, and even their expressions when they speak are very similar.
I don't know how much time passed before I came to my senses.
"It's not me, you've mistaken me for someone else."
"The director has already told me everything."
I bit my lip in frustration: "He promised me, but..."
Xiao Bai's eyes widened suddenly: "Is it really you?"
"Huh??? You...you guessed?"
I never expected that our first serious conversation would be so easily fooled by this seemingly naive young man.
Xiao Bai's gaze towards me changed slightly.
He unconsciously took a step back.
"Sister, I know that rich people like you have some special quirks."
Everything in this world has a price tag.
"Since you saved my mother's life, I will definitely repay this debt."
"However, let's make it clear beforehand that this time can't be too long, as I need to go back to take care of my mother."
I blinked, not quite understanding what he meant.
He asked naively, "What time?"
"Kept" or "kept".
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