Chapter Two: The Fateful Encounter

Yu Tian looked at Li Ziyuan in surprise. Li Ziyuan smiled proudly. "Hehe, now you know how awesome I am. My name is Li Ziyuan. And you?"

Only then did Yu Tian softly reply, "I'm Yu Tian. Thank you." Li Ziyuan waved his hand. "From now on, we're friends."

Perhaps Yu Tian would never truly understand what had happened that day. Maybe, in her eyes, Li Ziyuan was a little hero that day. If she knew it had all been prearranged, what would she think? But Li Ziyuan would never tell her.

When Li Ziyuan was thirteen, he asked the teacher for a pink hairpin to give to Yu Tian. Since then, Yu Tian had carefully preserved that pink hairpin. They grew up together in the orphanage, from elementary school to middle school, and then high school.

Yu Tian transformed from a lonely, insecure girl into a lively and spirited one, always trailing behind Li Ziyuan like a little shadow. Li Ziyuan, too, had grown used to having Yu Tian by his side, never retaliating even when she playfully hit him.

One day, Li Ziyuan received a mysterious message, inviting him to a secluded corner. Unaware of the trap, he went there and was soon cornered by a group of high school girls.

Each girl was strikingly bold, some with cigarettes dangling from their lips, others wielding baseball bats, looking fierce and unapproachable. The leader glared angrily and said, "Well, our boyfriend’s already been beaten into a pig’s head by you. Today, we’re going to finish you off."

Only then did Li Ziyuan realize he had been set up, but he was fearless. He shouted, "One against thirteen? No problem!" Yet after a fierce fight, he was left with several broken ribs and seriously injured.

He collapsed in pain, but his spirit remained fiery. Defiant, he vowed to beat them up again once he recovered. At that moment, his mind was immature, oblivious to the grave consequences of his recklessness.

During his hospital stay, Yu Tian rushed to the hospital as soon as class ended, anxiously by Li Ziyuan’s side. But her heart felt as heavy as a great stone pressing down on her. The hospital bill, totaling twenty thousand yuan, was an insurmountable mountain for her.

They had always relied on the orphanage and government aid to continue their studies, only able to work odd jobs during holidays to earn a meager living. Now, this huge medical expense left Yu Tian overwhelmed with anxiety and helplessness.

Her heart felt crushed, nearly suffocating under the weight of despair. Every step she took was painfully difficult, as if the road beneath her feet was paved with thorns.

Images of Li Ziyuan lying injured in the hospital bed haunted her mind—the pale face and weak breath pierced her heart like sharp thorns. She bit her lip tightly, her eyes shimmering with a mix of determination and helplessness. Proud as she was, she never imagined she would one day struggle so desperately for money. But for the man she loved, she had no choice but to bravely face whatever suffering awaited.

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