WTMR Chapter 3

Half a year had passed unknowingly.

“Xiao Qing!” Xu Ling shouted while running, looking like a madman. “Look what I brought you!”

In these six months, perhaps because Xu Ling was no longer bullied, he had become more strong and was no longer as fragile as before.

He had grown to be as tall as Xiao Qing.

Xiao Qing glanced at the item Xu Ling was holding. It was a registration form for the sports festival’s host.

“You want me to go?” Xiao Qing frowned in confusion. “Why?”

If he remembered correctly, the host for the sports festival was usually the protagonist, right?

It was a good opportunity to develop feelings with the attacker 1.

The protagonist group hadn’t bothered him for the past month, and life had been extremely comfortable.

“Please~” Xu Ling nudged Xiao Qing. “If you go, I’ll wash the dishes for a week!”

Xiao Qing: …

Xiao Qing: It’s not impossible.

“Okay, it’s a deal.”

“Good!”

…

To be honest, Xiao Qing didn’t have confidence that he would be chosen.

But a week without washing dishes was tempting enough.

Xu Ling smiled brightly at Xiao Qing, the breeze gently lifting his golden hair.

Like a golden retriever.

Xiao Qing thought.

But no one noticed that beneath that sunny smile were scars that couldn’t be healed.

…

When Xiao Qing actually became the host for the sports festival, he felt completely drained.

After all, no one would want to stand for hours in the scorching heat.

It was already eight in the evening, and Xu Ling still hadn’t returned home.

He had said around six that he had something to do, but Xiao Qing had no idea where he had gone.

As a good classmate and roommate, Xiao Qing put on a coat and went out.

Before leaving, he remembered that his roommate had rushed out without a coat, so he turned back to grab one.

It was late, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

As Xiao Qing passed by the place where he first transmigrated, he paused.

His intuition told him that someone was inside.

“Xu Ling?” Xiao Qing called out, holding the coat. “Are you there?”

The only response was a deathly silence.

As he walked deeper, a foul stench from a garbage bin filled his nostrils.

Ignoring it, he walked straight toward the abandoned child by this world.

“…?” The man was indistinct in the darkness. “…Why are you here?”

“To take you home.” Xiao Qing replied calmly, “Of course, if you don’t want to come back, you don’t have to.”

“You’re not ‘Xiao Qing,’ are you?” The man’s sudden question caught Xiao Qing off guard.

“And you?” Xiao Qing countered, admitting he was not the original Xiao Qing. “You’re not ‘Xu Ling’ either, right?”

“No, I am.” Xu Ling said with a soft laugh. “But that ‘Xu Ling’ is already dead.”

“Do you believe that dead can be reborn in this world?” Xu Ling asked. “If so, is it a blessing or a punishment?”

“I believe it’s a blessing.” Xiao Qing said, meeting the man’s gaze in the darkness. “Sometimes, you just need the opportunity to try.”

“Regardless of failure or success, you have to let the sunlight into your world.”

“The world is not black and white, it’s a beautiful gray.”

Xu Ling stopped moving and fell into a deep sleep.

Using the moonlight, Xiao Qing draped the coat over Xu Ling.

Under the moonlight, two young and innocent boys leaned on each other, each being the other’s only support and salvation.