Reincarnation Higher

In the bright room, the lighting was excellent. A caregiver stood by to assist as, beneath the sunlight, the girl trembled as she gripped the rail on the wall and shuffled forward step by step. It was difficult, yet she displayed a resoluteness many adults lacked.

The girl was painfully thin, as though she had no flesh at all—only a layer of skin barely wrapped around her bones. Her skin was waxy yellow, and her hair resembled withered grass, dull and lusterless.

She looked only eight or nine, but malnutrition had stunted her development. In truth, she was already twelve.

Moreover, her legs were not made of flesh and blood, but prosthetics.

Born with muscular atrophy in both legs, she had been abandoned by her parents and later sent by a kindhearted person to a special welfare home.

A single simple sentence encompassed an entire life.

"A very strong girl."

Ji Cheng spoke as he watched Zhao Cheng come to a stop.

He had indeed put his heart into this matter. Though he had not personally met many of the people involved, he had looked through their photographs and files, and remembered them all.

For a Saint, doing that was not difficult.

But whether something was difficult and whether one chose to do it were two different matters.

"Indeed. Her fate is like wild grass, yet she grows lush and strong."

Zhao Cheng nodded.

"Many people only appear steadfast. In truth, they are fragile. A little wind and rain is enough to make them give up on themselves."

"Some have even imagined that if they were crippled or disabled, they would end their own lives rather than become a burden to anyone."

"That may seem like a desire not to burden others, but it is really nothing more than self-deception