Prologue
It seemed as if he could see the perplexing stubbornness in her eyes, and the boy playfully curled his lips into a smile: "Alright, I can take you along, but you're so dirty. If you soil my car, how will you compensate for it? Do you have anything valuable?" As he spoke, he did not forget to scrutinize her from head to toe.
"Mom, Mom..." On the wet and glistening road, a little girl, appearing to be around five or six years old, ran without looking at the road or the cars. Her thin shirt clung to her body, damp, though it was unclear whether it was from sweat or rain
"Cut it out! What a piece of junk." The boy scoffed disdainfully, but he had no intention of wasting any more time with her. He casually pulled the chain and said, "Let's go, for the sake of God." He learned this phrase from a good friend.
"What are you crying about?" A little boy in a white suit got out of the car, looking at her sitting on the ground with clear, puzzled eyes. There was not a hint of displeasure at being obstructed, nor was there any pity.
"Young Master, the Madam's surgery is about to begin. The donor committed suicide, and it is uncertain whether it will be successful. The Madam needs you." This brief statement halted his steps.
"Is it valuable?" The girl hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and took off a bracelet inlaid with emeralds from her wrist and handed it to him: "This is the only valuable thing I have, made by my mother. My mother said that I am the only one in the world who has it"
"Wait a moment... Are you going to the hospital?" The girl heard the man mention the corneal transplant surgery, which had to be done at the hospital, something her mother often talked about. In a rush, disregarding her foot injury, she lunged forward to grab the boy's clean hand, dirtying his white sleeve.
"Young Master," the middle-aged man, who was holding an umbrella for the boy as they got out of the car, respectfully reminded, "The corneal transplant surgery for Madam is about to begin."
Your mother is in the hospital, she is ill
Ah... the boy wanted to follow, but the man behind him stopped him
Just as he was about to get into the car, another black sports car came speeding in and stopped next to the Rolls-Royce. A middle-aged man with a worried expression got out of the car
In summer, the oppressive heat that had lingered finally erupted into a torrential downpour, from a gentle patter to a steady drumming, all within just a few seconds. However, after the rain, the sky did not clear up
"What are you doing?" With a frown, he unpleasantly pulled her hand away, his face filled with disgust, "It's filthy!"
"No! Uncle An, let go of me, I want to go to the hospital, my mother is there... Wuwu... Let go of me..." She had been holding back, but now she burst into tears, as if she sensed that her mother would not return after this departure.
The warmth of that bracelet still lingers in my hand
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry... Hospital, please take me with you, okay? My mother is in the hospital..." The girl knelt on the ground, her hands clasped in prayer, pleading earnestly. Tears streamed down her face in a straight line, yet she stubbornly held back, not allowing her thick sobs to escape.
Hmm. Nodding, the boy seemed to have lost interest in talking to the girl, and turned to head back to the car
"Yao'er, forgive your uncle!" The man, upon seeing the girl, attempted to climb into someone else's car, but quickly disregarded everything and embraced her, diving into his own vehicle.
The sky is still draped in a fine, misty rain
Thank you, thank you! Upon hearing this, she broke into a smile and was about to get on the car.
A luxurious black Rolls-Royce suddenly braked in the misty rain, startled by the small figure, splashing water onto the road and further drenching the little girl who lay crying on the ground
A stranger, who would have the mood of being that kind of overly nice person
"Mom is in the hospital, I want to go... sob..." The girl paid no attention to the pain of her sprained ankle; only the heartache for her mother urged her tears to flow.