"No guessing!"
Although the little beggar didn't know what the future held for her, being a well-fed beggar wasn't so bad. Just as her dirty little hands were about to grab something, a pair of chopsticks were placed in front of her.
Using chopsticks awkwardly, savoring the long-lost taste of meat, tears streamed down her face, making her look like a cat crying. She stuffed mouthfuls of noodles mixed with her tears into her mouth.
"Two more bowls, please!"
"Alright!" the shopkeeper replied with a smile. He was a kind-hearted person and naturally wouldn't look down on the little beggar.
The little beggar ate three bowls of pork chop noodles in a row. She touched her slightly bulging belly. Long-term malnutrition and eating so much at once caused her stomach to churn and sting a little, but compared to the hunger, it was still not painful enough.
"Are you full?"
The little beggar nodded when he heard the question, his dirty little hand was taken, and he followed the man forward.
The cold wind howled, scraping like a knife. The man's steps were slow, but the little beggar had to jog to keep up. Looking at that broad back, following behind him, even the cold wind seemed to fear him and dispersed. The little beggar felt warm and cozy, and couldn't tell if it was just his imagination.
If only things could stay like this forever!
In the five-star hotel, her small, charcoal-black paws had just stepped onto the carpet, staining it black. Before she could react, a large hand lifted her up, and her clothes were burned as if by flames, turning into ashes and disappearing.
Splash!
Warm water sprayed from the showerhead, and the thick shampoo poured onto her head, covering her dry and yellow hair, which was malnourished, with a layer of "snow".
"Get clean and come see me!"
The man poured shower gel on her and turned to leave, leaving the little girl stunned.
Crackling sounds!
The sound of something being knocked over and a little girl's scream came from the bathroom. Then, the sound of running water stopped, and the glass door of the bathroom slowly opened.
The skinny calves stretched out; if you had to find an adjective to describe them, it would be "chicken claws."
The little girl was wrapped in a bath towel. After washing, her face was sallow and her thin body had no assets. Long-term malnutrition would not produce a beauty, but rather make her somewhat ugly.
Although Wan'er was seriously ill, Yiming worked hard to find food. Even if he went hungry himself, he never let his sister go hungry. In addition, with good genes, she naturally grew into a beauty. The illness made her more delicate, like Lin Daiyu, and every frown and smile made people feel sorry for her.
The little girl now has no beauty at all; instead, she looks like a refugee with a sunken face and a skeletal frame that makes you wonder if she might die at any moment.
Slowly climbing onto the bed, the little beggar curled up in fear, growing increasingly weary, and slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep. The man sat beside her, his green life force slowly transforming her body and repairing her hidden injuries.
The night passed in silence...
For the next period of time, the man took the little beggar to experience all kinds of luxurious life. Regardless of whether it was a luxury that was not something that a girl of her age could enjoy, the little girl's body recovered to be almost the same as that of a normal person. She became fair and tender. She could not be called beautiful, but she had a kind of resilience and vicissitudes of having experienced the storms.
He ate and drank extravagantly every day and frequented high-end places, which gradually made the little girl familiar with this kind of life. Her personality also changed from timid to cheerful. However, she never knew the man's name or why he was so good to her!
On the seventh day, after finishing their meal at the French restaurant, the man walked in a dark corner with a little beggar dressed in a Gothic Lolita dress—or rather, a little girl.
Darkness began to spread around me, and the streetlights that were originally shining suddenly exploded with a "bang".
The little girl followed behind him; after seven days together, she had come to regard this man as her only source of support in life.
"We've arrived. You can go back now!"
The little girl standing behind the man, not understanding what was going on, slowly took a few steps forward, but the scene she saw made her take a few steps back.
In a dark corner sat a huge cardboard box containing a tattered, foul-smelling bed sheet.
This was her former home!
"Why?"
The little girl turned around to protest, but the man behind her had already disappeared. She gave a bitter smile, lowered her head, and realized that the seven-day dream life had been too unreal. Her fate was to stay in a dark corner.
The man was somewhat surprised. He thought the little girl would protest loudly and act coquettishly, but he didn't expect her to accept the fact so easily and give up the luxurious life so readily.
It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality
These ten words encapsulate human nature, and it's astonishing that such a small beggar possesses such a strong will. However, this kind of will seems to be more suited to his circumstances.
The little girl jumped into the cardboard box, picked up the sheet and carefully covered herself with it. The man had disappeared. A sense of emptiness and loss welled up in her heart, and an unprecedented sadness made her cry uncontrollably.
"Zhou Shuyu, don't be sad, this was never supposed to be yours in the first place..."
Zhou Shuyu was the name that man gave her. She still remembered the first time she ate ice cream, it was sweet and cool. That man gave her this dark purple gothic Lolita dress with her name printed on it.
bite!
A blood-red light filled the air, dispelling the darkness and attracting Zhou Shuyu's attention. She opened her delicate white hand, and a blood-red crystal landed in her palm, turning into a liquid that seeped into her hand.
A flood of information rushed in, and a technique called Blood Robe appeared in her mind. At that moment, she didn't know why she understood and learned the knowledge, and used it at will.
A surge of blood energy enveloped her body, and she learned the source of this power: the Battle of the Chosen Ones, in which seven people would fight a year later, and the victor could have all their wishes fulfilled.
Her Blood Robe Technique can devour the blood of living beings and weave it into a blood robe. The more blood there is and the higher its quality, the stronger the blood robe becomes. As long as the blood robe is destroyed, she will not perish either.
Whoosh!
A hazy, crimson light enveloped her body, as if she were wearing a magnificent crimson flowing fairy dress.
"I want the wish...!"
The little girl murmured softly, and the image of the man appeared before her eyes. Although her voice was soft, it was unusually firm. He disappeared into the darkness, dressed in blood-stained clothes.
The man watched this scene with a deeper smile. He wasn't doing this out of any conspiracy; it was just for fun. Adding some interesting things to a dull life is a kind of wisdom.