I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

He continued, telling the story of how the Little Prince, in a whole garden of roses, discovered that none of them were as good as the one on his own planet;

The story tells the little prince the secret the fox told him: "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

The lingering sound was very quiet.

In this basement filled with the smells of engine oil and decay, the fairy tale of "The Little Prince" is like a soft flower blooming amidst the steel ruins.

Gradually, Yu Yin loosened her grip on Yu Wen's fingers.

The girl's breathing became even and long, and for the first time, a serene and relaxed smile appeared on her pale face, which was usually filled with fatigue and wariness.

This was the most restful and warm sleep she had had in ten years in this cyber city.

Yu Wen sat quietly by the bed, gazing at his younger sister's sleeping face for a long time.

He carefully withdrew his finger and slid it back to the computer desk.

My hands once again touched the cold mechanical keyboard.

After taking a deep breath, he immersed himself back into that distant, suffering, yet incredibly resilient era.

"Da...da...da..."

The knocking sound resumed in the silent basement, but this time, the rhythm was noticeably heavier and more sluggish than when he had just taken the medication.

Because I spent some time telling stories to my younger sister, the peak of the "hyperthymesia" brought about by the inferior nerve-blocking fluid had quietly passed.

Even worse, this body, which was already severely malnourished and crippled in both legs, was at its last gasp after last night's frantic overexertion.

A bowl of industrial starch paste with two drops of flavoring is simply not enough to replenish the enormous calories consumed by the brain's high-speed operation.

But Yu Wen gritted his teeth, staring at the screen, as lines of text flowed out from his fingertips with difficulty but determination.

The plot continues after Fugui's father falls to his death from the cesspool.

On the screen, the father-in-law, accompanied by gongs and drums and a large red sedan chair, arrived at the dilapidated thatched house. In front of the entire village, he forcibly took Jia Zhen, who was pregnant, back to the city in the most humiliating way.

The once wealthy Xu family is now reduced to a destitute Fugui, his elderly mother, and young Fengxia.

Yu Wen typed on the keyboard, writing down how Fu Gui, a once spoiled young master who needed to be carried by a hired hand even to walk, was gradually driven to the brink of despair and finally lowered his proud head.

Fu Gui found Long Er, the enemy who had tricked him out of his family fortune, and humbly rented five acres of land—originally his Xu family's ancestral property.

The rough linen clothes chafed his skin, and the sharp sickle cut his fingers.

Yu Wen meticulously describes how Fugui struggled through mud and water, how he was exhausted to the point of near death, and how, with his mother's tears and Fengxia's company, he gritted his teeth and learned to do farm work, learning to toil in the land like a real ox.

Those were the most difficult days of poverty in Fugui's life, but they were also the beginning of his true rise as a "human being".

Until the very end of the document, Jia Zhen, wearing a light red cheongsam, carrying her six-month-old son You Qing on her back, insisted on returning from her wealthy parents' home along the country road full of rapeseed flowers.

She took off her cheongsam, put on coarse cloth clothes, and willingly endured hardship with this penniless man.

"I've said that Jia Zhen is your woman, and no one else can take her away from you."

When Yu Wen typed out the tearful line about his mother, the document's word count had barely surpassed the "10000" mark.

"call--"

After typing the last period, Yu Wen felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.

A violent wave of dizziness washed over me, and my stomach began to churn violently due to extreme hunger and fatigue.

The effects of the inferior medicine finally wore off completely, and the pain, fatigue, and nerve-wrenching sensation that had been forcibly suppressed surged back like a flood, instantly engulfing his entire body.

With a loud "clang".

Yu Wen's hands slipped uncontrollably from the keyboard and slammed heavily onto the armrests of his wheelchair.

His fingers, stiffened by prolonged mechanical movement, were now like two iron rakes, completely unable to bend, and his fingertips were still involuntarily convulsing violently.

The dark blue screen in my vision began to show double images, and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart.

"That's the limit..."

Yu Wen was panting heavily, cold sweat rolling down his forehead like raindrops and splattering onto the dusty tabletop.

He knew very well that this was the end for tonight.

Yu Wen gripped the mouse with his sore and stiff right hand, clicked "save" on the 10,000-word draft, and set it to be published at a set time.

After completing this final step, Yu Wen let out a long breath and slumped weakly against his wheelchair.

The effects of the inferior medicine began to wear off completely, and the fatigue and dull pain in the brain that had been forcibly suppressed surged back like a tidal wave.

"That's all for now..."

Yu Wen muttered to himself, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he slowly turned his wheelchair.

With great effort, he bent down and, using the strength of his arms, dragged his numb lower body little by little onto the makeshift bed made of old sponge pads.

Pulling a thin, old blanket over himself, Yu Wen felt his entire skeleton aching and weak; even moving a finger was difficult.

Before going to sleep, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Yu Yin, who was sleeping soundly not far away beside him.

In the dim light, a serene smile, as if she had just finished listening to the fairy tale, lingered on the girl's lips, and her breathing was even and steady.

Looking at his younger sister's sleeping face, Yu Wen's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

He closed his sore eyes and, accompanied by the faint, monotonous mechanical roar from the depths of the lower city, fell into a deep sleep.