Some people start on a path to death right from the beginning, living well themselves but making life unbearable for others.
In the end, they harm others as well as themselves — trouble is boundless...
Wen Wen spoke to him slowly, "So, they all died."
...
Ji Jue hesitated, wanting to ask more detailed questions. However, seeing her calm, almost indifferent expression, it seemed that many questions already had answers.
No need to ask further.
"Don't forget the words you've said, Ji Jue, and don't use your power to do bad things."
Wen Wen raised her hand and shook her delicate fist at him, telling him, "Don't be like them."
In the silence, Ji Jue gazed at her fair palm, slender fingers, and the 'little fist' that seemed to have no killing power at all, dryly swallowing his saliva.
He nodded frantically, obedient as a hen.
"Good, then my trip here wasn't in vain."
Wen Wen pushed her chair back and waved goodbye to him, "Goodbye, classmate Ji Jue, I hope you become a person who can truly make a difference."
Ji Jue subconsciously wanted to stand up to send her off, but hearing her last words, he froze, nodding seriously, assuring her, "I will."
And so, Wen Wen smiled.
She turned and left.
For a moment, in the empty hospital room, only Ji Jue was left, along with the ticking sound coming from the table.
In the sealed bag, the gift that had been cleaned and tidily arranged by someone was still running smoothly, keeping time as usual.
Waiting for the new owner's mercy and care.
But as Ji Jue held it in his hands, despite the excitement, he couldn't help but get a headache.
Over five million! Over five million!
He had never seen so much money in his life; just slip it in his pocket and visit the black market once, and he would have everything... well, definitely not possible, lacking purchase records and original packaging, he would definitely be heavily undercut by middlemen, selling for even one-third would be lucky.
Perhaps he'd get into trouble without even benefiting, endless troubles.
Surely he wouldn't keep it for himself, would he?
Wait, he already had one himself. Wearing another one, wouldn't his cousin get jealous? Besides, for a poor guy like him, even if he wore it, people would take it for a fake, no one would believe it.
Wait… maybe this isn't so bad?
He subconsciously looked up towards the door, where heavy footsteps were approaching.
A burly woman was coming towards the hospital room, one hand carrying a full hot-water kettle, the other filled with a large bag of snacks and supplements.
Despite the bandage still on her head, her face always wore a smile, as though no hardship could beat her.
"Lu Ma?"
Ji Jue smiled as well, raising his hand, "Feng Ge and I saved up to buy a little gift for you... ah, it's nothing pricey, look how garish it is, very cheap, just wear it, come try it on."
"Really, finally learned how to please me?"
Lu Ma set down the items, pinched Ji Jue's face with playful irritation, and casually took it, "Don't think acting cute gets you out of trouble, you still have to stay in the hospital... don't always waste money on these things."
While she continued to mutter under her breath, she couldn't help but smile broadly as she tried it on her wrist.
After adjusting it on the slimmest part of her robust wrist, she moved her arm and felt the exquisite piece didn't quite suit her: "Does it look alright?"
"Of course, it looks perfect."
Ji Jue leaned back on the bed, watching her happy face and joyful expression.
"Better than anyone else."