LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 786 - 786: 395 Little sister_3
Chapter 786: 395 Little sister_3
Ran Tengxiao suddenly looked up, staring at the sparkling sign in the night, the three characters representing the dreams of countless people becoming rich overnight.
Bojinlai.
Her real purpose, it turned out, was gambling.
The battle had begun, and this road could easily lead to a bottomless abyss and utter ruin.
If that was the case, he would accompany her to the end.
It would be a fight to the death.
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Ming Jing took medicine and lay down to rest, with Qu Feitai tucking her in.
“A month ago you took care of me, now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
Ming Jing closed her eyes: “Thank you.”
Xiao Hua openly observed him, watching as he poured warm water from a thermos and placed it on the bedside table, nodding her approval.
He was a gentle and attentive young man.
Qu Feitai touched Ming Jing’s forehead to check her temperature. Thankfully, she had no fever, and he lay down on the sofa with relief.
The clock quietly pointed to one in the morning.
Xiao Hua couldn’t resist her drowsiness, and her head gradually drooped down until she lay asleep.
Ming Jing opened her eyes, her pupils dark and bright, showing no sign of sleepiness.
At one-thirty, Qu Feitai got up again to check her temperature.
Seeing that she was still not asleep, he pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.
“Does the pain from your wound prevent you from sleeping?”
Ming Jing shook her head.
“Are you thinking about the murderer?”
Ming Jing smiled and shook her head gently: “Good and evil will ultimately be repaid. To me, it’s just a flesh wound. I’m very happy.”
If she hadn’t saved the girl, the boiling oil would have ruined her face and her entire life.
She couldn’t add more misfortune to what had already occurred.
Qu Feitai stared into her bright, clear eyes, and admitted defeat.
“You really are the kindest girl I’ve ever met in the world. But promise me, don’t hurt your own body in the future. You are human, and you will feel pain.”
Ming Jing smiled gently: “Let me tell you a story.”
Qu Feitai nodded: “Okay.”
The night was silently flowing, and all was quiet except for Xiao Hua’s snoring. The world seemed to be devoid of noise, leaving only him and her.
“Once, Buddha went out and saw a hungry old eagle chasing a poor pigeon. Moved by compassion, Buddha saved the pigeon. Enraged, the eagle knew that by saving the pigeon, Buddha was cutting off its lifeline. Was this true compassion?”
“Buddha said: ‘I cannot bear to see you harm this innocent pigeon, nor can I bear to see you starve to death. As the saying goes, if I don’t enter hell, who will? So Buddha took out a scale, placing the pigeon on one side and cutting off his own flesh for the other. Although the pigeon was small, it seemed that no matter how much flesh Buddha cut off, it could not support the weight. Finally, when Buddha cut off the last piece of flesh, the scale balanced, the wind and clouds in the sky changed, and the true Buddha was born.”
The girl’s soft voice flowed through the quiet night, warming their hearts.
Qu Feitai looked deeply into her eyes, then gave a bitter smile.
“A compassionate living Buddha, and I am so selfish to drag her into the mundane world.”
Ming Jing placed her finger on his brow and whispered, “The demons of the heart arise from attachment. When the mind produces thoughts, various phenomena arise; when the mind is extinguished, all phenomena cease. The past is gone, let her go and also let yourself go.”
Qu Feitai closed his eyes and shook his head, “No… ”
He couldn’t forgive himself in this lifetime.
Ming Jing’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed, as if suppressing something.
Qu Feitai lay at the bedside, gradually falling into a dream.
Ming Jing rolled up her sleeves, revealing red spots on her delicate white skin. The rash spread rapidly, densely covering her flesh.
Ming Jing covered her chest with her hand, cold sweat beading on her forehead and wetting her hairline. Her face grew increasingly pale and weak.
The broken smile on the girl’s face was tragically beautiful, as she murmured, “Even you have to follow me…”
She collapsed onto the bed, curled up, letting the unbearable itching consume her.
In her hazy consciousness, it seemed as though she had returned to her time at the orphanage.
The door to the small dark room opened, and a boy walked towards her against the light, holding out his hand: “Come with me… ”
She reached out her hand, covered in red spots, and the boy held it tightly.
She thought it was redemption, but little did she know it was the beginning of another hell.
Someone was calling her name, urgently and with deep concern. Struggling, she opened her eyes, “Dr. Bo…”
Bo Yuxun frantically pressed the emergency bell, while his eyes filled with rage, “Why didn’t you tell me you’re allergic to antibiotics? You could die, don’t you know?”
The girl’s gaze was scattered, her lips murmuring something faintly.
Bo Yuxun leaned in closer to hear her words, “I’m not Jiang Yu… so it doesn’t matter… ”
Bo Yuxun only caught a glimpse of the conversation. As he performed emergency procedures he spoke loudly, “You can’t sleep, you cannot… you still owe me a meal.”
“Xiao Mei…?” Bo Yuxun’s eyes reflected pain and memories from the past.