Making a Life Together

Zhang Shiqing looked at Qin Jishi lying on the bed, and her eyes gradually reddened.

"Jishi, do you know? When I was at my most helpless, you gave me all your money to help me. Only then could my father be laid to rest."

"You let him leave with dignity. I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life."

Laid to rest?

Qin Jishi did not understand. What did that mean?

No...

I feel like my mind is a mess.

Wait!

I seem to remember something.

A girl was kneeling on the ground, with words before her: selling herself to bury her father.

Qin Jishi had been moved by the girl's actions.

He had once been wealthy. Yet within ten years, he had squandered all his family fortune, his parents had died, and those former drinking-and-feasting friends of his had avoided him like the plague.

Qin Jishi had seen through human nature. With only a handful of money left on him, he left that place.

Though the girl before him did not share his fate, there had once been a time when he had been just as helpless.

Qin Jishi had intended to leave, but the instant he saw the despair and helplessness in the girl's eyes, he stopped and gave her every last coin he had.

"This money should be enough to arrange a funeral. Don't let the old man leave too shabbily."

"Take it."

"Live well."

Qin Jishi put down the money and left.

The girl watched the stranger, and a sliver of hope appeared in her despairing eyes.

She kowtowed once toward Qin Jishi's retreating back, then dragged her father's body away.

Half a month later!

When Qin Jishi saw that girl again, he had already become a beggar.

Accustomed to a life where food