"I am only an object, a tool. The value of my existence lies in pleasing others. If you want me to please you, bring your money and come find me."
Xiao Xing was afraid again.
Many people had moments like this. Faced with someone else's concern, they deliberately said hurtful things. They longed to escape their predicament, yet feared the disappointment if their attempt failed.
As long as they drove that person away, as long as they snuffed out that little spark of hope, there seemingly would be no hope left to disappoint.
Their conversation on March 4 ended there.
After she said those words, Xiao Xing's avatar on the messaging app went gray.
That day, Xiao Xing was somewhat distracted throughout the various stages of her conditioning.
Hujiang's tragedy began with hope.
March 5.
The Morita Immortal's little fan started a new conversation.
"My brother helped someone with a terminal illness recover today! With my brother's encouragement, that person found hope in life again!"
"Did you all see it? My brother is so cool!"
Although the others were always mocking him, Morita Tong did not mind.
Everyone seemed to be gradually accepting that the Morita Immortal existed.
Compared with the beginning, when they had denied even the Morita Immortal's existence, at least everyone now knew that there really seemed to be such a person, and that this immortal really seemed capable of helping others.
Of course, people had grown accustomed to belittling and mocking Little Hitomi.
Little Hitomi did not care. Just listening to everyone discuss his brother made him happy.
The chat group's regular entertainment remained unchanged that day.
People received more photos of Xiao Xing pretending to be a dog.
What they did not know was that Xiao Xing was somewhat reluctant this time.
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