Chapter 8

When Su Zhe brought the baby back home after eating, he carried the baby on his back. The baby must have been very tired, for after mumbling a few words on Su Zhe's back, she fell asleep unconsciously.

Upon noticing the baby was asleep, every movement of Su Zhe became even more gentle and slow. He walked home slowly. A journey that usually took only ten minutes took him nearly an hour to complete. By the time he got home, his waist and back were already aching, almost unable to straighten up.

Su Zhe carried the baby into a small room and gently laid her on the bed. This was his sister's room, and his room was right next door. The baby slept soundly, her eyes, like black gems, were tightly closed, a faint smile on her lips, and a drop of clear saliva trickled out.

Su Zhe smiled, reached out to gently wipe away the saliva, and tidied up the blanket for her. He stretched his body; he hadn't felt much while carrying the baby, but after putting her down, he realized his entire back was almost numb, and his hands were extremely sore.

He walked out of the room, went to the living room, and started practicing some boxing. Only after a few rounds did his body feel relaxed. He found that without the assistance of divine power, practicing the first form didn't significantly enhance his physical strength, but it was extremely effective in restoring his physical strength and divine power. Practicing once could clear all the negative symptoms in his body, and practicing a few times could fully restore his physical strength to its peak.

After finishing his boxing, Su Zhe went back to his room, took a set of clothes, and took a quick cold shower before lying down on the bed.

Time ticked away, but Su Zhe couldn't fall asleep. He thought of someone, a girl he had deliberately tried to forget.

Memories of the pure girl's smiles and frowns, and the happy days they spent together, flashed through his mind, as if they had just happened. The last scene that lingered was her cold and resolute departure.

It had been half a year, but he still remembered every word she said that day, the more he tried to forget, the clearer they became. Those cold and heartless words seemed to turn into a sharp sword, deeply piercing his heart, and occasionally stirring, preventing the wound from healing.

"Four years have passed, and I've started to understand what I want. I want a life without worries about food and clothing, and you can't provide that. Forget me, let's part ways here."

That day, it was rare for them to have time to meet. When he went to the appointment with a joyful heart, she spoke decisively before he could say a word, then turned and left. Su Zhe watched her leave, saying nothing, not trying to hold her back, just silently watching her.

He saw the girl get into a car not far away, and soon the car started and drove off. As the car drove farther away, Su Zhe felt it getting closer, finally crashing into him, shattering his heart before leaving.

In the end, he hid in a corner and drank himself into a stupor. It was his first time drinking and his first time getting drunk. He drank for the girl, but his broken heart remained sober. He laughed wildly, but tears streamed uncontrollably.

He cried, and apart from the time when his parents passed away, he had never cried before.

When he was a child, wandering the streets, living a life of hunger and cold, he didn't cry. When he was beaten and tortured by evil people, he didn't cry. In the winter of his 10th year, he was falsely accused of theft and beaten by a group of people. They punched and kicked him, threw stones at him, and even smashed his hands with rocks, leaving his fingers bloody and mangled, but he didn't cry.

The pain in his fingers, connected to his heart, was so deep that it overshadowed the pain in the rest of his body, but he still didn't admit to the theft or cry. Perhaps if he had admitted to the theft and begged for mercy, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly, but he didn't. In the end, the group of people, perhaps tired of beating him, dispersed and left him alone.

Wearing thin clothes, he was thrown into a corner, bleeding heavily and extremely hungry, unable to even turn over. He remembered that winter was particularly cold. The water had started to freeze, and the colder it got, the more painful his injuries became.

People passed by on the road, many pretending not to see him, some even looking at him with disgust, perhaps thinking his existence tainted their noble eyes. No one came to help, not even to adjust his position to make him more comfortable.

His heart grew colder than his body.

Perhaps anyone else would have given up, but his will to survive kept him going from morning until night. His consciousness began to blur, and he gradually lost the feeling of pain in his body. He couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to just sleep and die. He thought that living was suffering, and dying would be a relief.

Just as he was about to give up, he felt a warmth and heard the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He struggled to open his eyes, wanting to see the person who brought him warmth. Although it was blurry, he saw a girl, a very young girl. She turned him over, took off her coat, and covered him, driving away some of the cold.

The little girl was very young and didn't know what to do, but she held him in her small arms. Her face was pressed against his, and she kept talking to him.

Later, she put him down, and he thought she was going to leave. He didn't blame her; she had done a lot, and at least he had felt the rare warmth of the world before he died. But he felt very disappointed and sad.

However, after a short while, he felt his body being moved again, and he heard her young voice. He couldn't hear clearly, but he vaguely heard the words "go home." The little girl hadn't given up on him; she was taking him home. Although she was young, she knew that if she didn't, he would never wake up again.

The little girl was very weak and struggled to drag him. No one on the road helped her, and no car was willing to take them, perhaps fearing that he would die in the car and bring bad luck, or fearing trouble. During the journey, the little girl fell several times, and her hands were scraped by the sand on the road, which hurt even more in the cold. But she got up and continued to drag him.

Although he couldn't see, he could feel someone working hard for him. She inspired him, and he began to regain consciousness. His only thought was, "I can't die; if I die, she will be very sad." With this thought, he held on. The little girl eventually brought him home and her parents took him to the hospital.

When he was admitted to the hospital, the doctors had already given up hope, thinking he wouldn't survive. But he stubbornly lived, and the doctors called it a miracle.

When he woke up from the danger, the first person he saw was the little girl, who was sleeping beside him. Looking at her, he made his first vow in life: to protect her forever.

After that day, he had a sister, parents, and a home, a place where he no longer had to wander.

That year, he was 10 years old, and the little girl was 8.

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