Farewell Night Talk

In the deep night, two old vans drove slowly into the already "sleeping" urban village, one after the other, and stopped on the deserted street.

Li Wei got out of the car with Li Cheng, looked back at the car, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to pack my things."

"Mm," Liang Qiushi's voice came from the darkness, "Go ahead."

Li Wei hugged Li Cheng tightly, turned, and went upstairs...

Returning to the attic, she turned on the light and was about to put Li Cheng on the bed when the little guy struggled, surprisingly strong.

Li Wei subconsciously put him on the ground. In the light, she saw that the pitch-black blood streaks that had crisscrossed his thin cheeks had faded a lot.

"What's with you?" Li Wei asked in surprise.

Li Cheng, however, was very calm. He walked two steps by himself and sat down on a chair next to the folding small dining table. He said, "An old grandpa came this afternoon and put his hand on my stomach. Then I felt warm all over and fell asleep without realizing it. I woke up in the car just now, and my body feels much lighter."

"It's already being treated? Aunt Liang is so generous!" Li Wei picked up Li Cheng, who was acting like a little adult, and kissed his forehead a few times.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and pack, they're waiting!" Li Cheng said, wiping the saliva from his forehead with disdain, and urged her on.

Li Wei wasn't annoyed, just chuckled foolishly, feeling like a great weight had been lifted from her heart.

If the departed truly had spirits, she hoped they could see Li Cheng after his recovery.

As for her, she was going to start fighting to become stronger!

Patting her own rosy cheeks, Li Wei, full of vigor, pulled out a dusty, dark purple suitcase from under the bed.

She first wiped the surface clean with a rag, then placed it on the bed and opened the lid.

She picked up the family photo from the bedside table, wrapped it in the bedsheet and pillowcase twice, and pressed it to the bottom of the suitcase.

"I've put the most important things here, don't lose them," Li Wei instructed.

Since Li Wei couldn't bring personal belongings this time, Li Cheng was taking the items with sentimental value from home.

There were many, many scattered mementos, mostly left by their parents.

Li Wei hoped Li Cheng would take good care of them, so that he wouldn't have any regrets when he grew up and remembered them.

"Mm..." Li Cheng turned his head away, putting on an indifferent expression.

"Tsundere, heh..." Li Wei muttered, and continued packing.

In the closet were her father's uniform and her mother's dresses.

Oh, and there was a small drawer below, with a tin box inside, containing her father's peacekeeper ID, her parents' marriage certificate, graduation certificates, and five photo albums of various sizes...

And also, when the siblings went to get their mother's death certificate that year, the female peacekeeper, seeing how pitiful they were, applied to her superiors and, as an exception, retained their mother's ID card.

Each item, one by one, was carefully placed into the suitcase by her.

Every time she put something in, she would remind Li Cheng.

The little guy, however, moved his chair to the window, propped his arms on the windowsill, and looked at the tall buildings and neon lights outside the urban village, remaining silent.

Li Wei didn't care about his attitude, as long as he could hear her.

Twenty minutes later, she had gone through every nook and cranny of the room. Only when the suitcase was almost full did she sit back on the edge of the bed and let out a long sigh.

Just then, Li Cheng turned his head and unexpectedly blurted out, "Where's your graduation photo?"

"Huh?" Li Wei was momentarily dazed, then remembered that the original owner did have such a thing.

Searching her memory, she finally recalled that the item had been rolled up and thrown on top of the closet by the original owner.

As for the reason, her high school life had not left the original owner with any pleasant memories.

Li Wei completely understood her handling of the graduation photo.

She moved a stool, stepped on it, and after fumbling for a long time, managed to retrieve the rolled-up photo that hadn't yet accumulated dust.

Upon opening it, in the corner, looking somber but still stunningly beautiful, was the original owner.

A familiar boy squeezed in next to her, smiling foolishly. It was definitely Cheng Hao.

"This is youth..."

A soul of nearly thirty years old let out a sigh identical to Secretary Fan's.

"Don't be narcissistic," Li Cheng reminded her.

Li Wei chuckled, stuffed the photo into the suitcase, pressed it down, and fastened the clasp.

"Let's go." Her slender, soft arms easily lifted the heavy suitcase, and Li Wei was about to head out.

Li Cheng, however, turned his head again, facing the window, and said nothing.

Li Wei helplessly put down the suitcase, walked to the window, picked him up, and sat down on the chair.

Following Li Cheng's gaze, a few hundred meters away was the brightly lit city CBD. The urban village they were in now, dark and quiet, seemed like two unrelated worlds.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Wei asked gently.

Li Cheng was silent for a moment before saying, "What did you promise them?"

"Substitute Service, have you heard of it?" Li Wei's tone was very relaxed.

He then roughly explained the course of events.

The little fellow grew more and more tense as he listened, and when he spoke again, his voice was tinged with tears, "Li Wei, how about you go tell that auntie downstairs that we're not leaving, okay?"

"Not leaving? What about your illness if you don't leave?" Li Wei pinched his cheek, and to be honest, she felt a little touched. "Alright, don't overthink it. Let me tell you, even if you were fine, I'd still have to go to the battlefield. For others, the battlefield is a place of nine deaths and one life, but for me, hehe, it's like going home."

Li Cheng's ears twitched, and he immediately turned, supporting Li Wei's body to sit up, his knees resting on her thighs, his pair of big, dark eyes fixed on Li Wei's.

"Say what you just said again for me to hear," Li Cheng said with an irrefutable tone, looking incredibly cute.

Li Wei smiled faintly, staring into the little fellow's eyes, and repeated, "I said, going to the battlefield is like going home."

After Li Wei finished speaking, Li Cheng stared blankly for a long time, as if falling into severe self-doubt.

Li Wei chuckled, "What's wrong?"

Li Cheng's face darkened, and he took a deep breath, finding it hard to believe, "Why is it that rationally, I think you're talking nonsense and trying to comfort me; but intuitively, I feel like everything you're saying is true..."

"Because it's true, why would I lie to you? Remember when I asked you where Quasi-Martial Artists kill Abyssal Monsters? I was already planning to go to the battlefield then!" Li Wei confessed honestly.

Li Cheng became even more confused, "I say, even if you were the reincarnation of an Immortal Emperor, you should at least follow some basic rules, right? Shouldn't you cultivate first?"

Li Wei patted his head, revealing a mysterious smile.

[Cultivating? The strength gained from cultivation is extremely superficial, how can it be as solid as adding points?]

In the stage of nourishing qi and blood for Quasi-Martial Artists, if one doesn't eat supplements or cultivate for a day, there's a risk of vitality declining.

Li Wei's own talent was actually quite good, so why was her vitality only 53 during the college entrance examination? It was precisely because she couldn't cultivate on time and didn't have money to buy supplements.

Her vitality rose and fell, fell and rose, and in the end, she only managed to get into Anhe Martial University.

However, since she activated the System until now, in two days, she hadn't practiced the Guidance Technique even once. At the same time, her diet was not nutritious, her sleep was not regular, and she was mentally exhausted.

She had made every mistake possible, not even retaining the good habit of the original body squeezing in time to cultivate.

But, had Li Wei's vitality declined? Not only did it not decline, but it had always been in the best state!

Her entire being was as if it had been digitized.

[Li Cheng, you simply don't understand the charm of adding points, hehe...]

Li Cheng stared at Li Wei's enigmatic smile and frowned, "Are you teasing me?"

"Go on," Li Wei's eyes twitched, "Can you really read minds?"

"Hmph!" Li Cheng twisted his body, slid off her knees, and walked towards the bedroom door like a little adult.

"Hey, wait." Li Wei quickly picked up the suitcase, closed the window, turned off the lights, and locked the door.

"Sis, you're too slow!"

"Huh huh? Did you just call me sis?"

"...You misheard..."

"How could I have misheard? Come on, say it again, I want to hear it?"

"I'm not saying it, ugly woman!"

"I'm ugly? Didn't you see I made Cheng Hao cry?"

"Are you sure? Wasn't it you who ruined your image, causing his filter on you to shatter?"

"Huh? Is that so?"

In the night, Li Cheng supported the back of the seat, leaning half against the suitcase. Through the rear window, he watched the slender figure getting further and further away under the dim streetlights.

Only when the vehicle turned and his view was blocked did he sit up properly, tears flowing silently.

In the interplay of light and shadow between the streetlights and the night, his lips moved, silently saying, "You're not my sister, why are you being so good to me..."