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

With the relentless promotion of the Weiguang platform, a massive torrent of data has swept through the entire Xiacheng District.

Xiacheng District, Affiliated Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

The cold, white light shone on the hospital bed.

Various transparent plastic tubes of different thicknesses extended from the medical equipment beside the bed and were inserted into the body of an eight- or nine-year-old girl.

A faint heart rate wave flickered on the instrument screen, emitting a monotonous "beep-beep" sound.

The woman sat on a plastic stool next to the hospital bed.

Her hair was dry and split, with a gray-white patch growing out from the roots, tied back with a black, inelastic rubber band.

She held a warm towel in her hand and gently wiped the girl's thin, bony arms.

The public holographic projector in the corner suddenly flickered.

Screen switch.

A black and white poster occupied the wall.

Loess soil, an old ox, an old man in coarse cloth, and two huge bold characters in the center: Alive.

The girl's head was tilted on the pillow, her eyelids half-open.

Her gaze fell on those two words.

"mom……"

The girl's voice was so faint it sounded like a mosquito's buzz.

The woman immediately put down the towel and leaned closer: "What's wrong?"

"That is..."

The girl laboriously raised her finger and pointed at the screen.

"To live."

The woman looked at the projection and said, "This is the cover of a book. The book is called 'To Live'."

"Alive..."

The girl's lips twitched.

She also wanted to live.

"I want to hear it, Mom, please read it to me."

The woman's gaze lingered on the two bold characters for "alive" on the screen for a few more seconds.

The handwriting is bold and square.

This is a good name.

She looked at her daughter's body, which was covered in tubes.

Hearing stories like this might give you a little more breath and a little more hope.

The woman nodded and reached out to tap the free reading link below the projector.

At first, the atmosphere in the ward was very quiet.

The woman read on.

When I read the sentence, "My dad is old, and his poop is old too, so it's not easy for him to come out,"...

The girl parted her chapped lips and smiled gently.

The laughter aggravated the tubes in her chest, causing her to cough violently.

The woman hurriedly put down the control panel in her hand and reached out to touch her chest.

The girl stopped, panting, and stared at the ceiling:

"Mom, if Dad lives to old age... will he end up like this too?"

The woman froze.

The only sound in the ward was the beeping of the medical equipment.

Her husband had long since passed away.

The woman did not respond.

She didn't know how to answer, so she could only continue reading.

The sounds in the ward grew softer and softer.

I read that Youqing had all his blood drained at the hospital...

The woman's voice abruptly stopped.

Her fingers hovered at the edge of the virtual screen, and her whole body trembled.

She stared at those few lines of text.

What exactly is this story?

The book is called "To Live," but why do the characters in it keep dying?

She turned her head and looked at her daughter, who was lying in a hospital bed covered in tubes.

Sweat seeped from the white hair at her temples, sliding down the wrinkles on her cheeks and into her collar.

"What's wrong?"

The girl asked.

"This book is not good."

The veins on the back of the woman's hand bulged, and her thumb directly extinguished the projection interface.

"Mom doesn't like this story, so let's not listen to it."

The girl's gaze lingered on the darkened wall for a moment before she turned to look at the woman.

"I like."

With each few words the girl spoke, her chest heaved violently. She took a deep breath before continuing:

"Mom...please continue reading, I want to hear it all."

The woman gritted her teeth, her eyes red-rimmed.

She couldn't resist her daughter's pleading gaze and turned the screen back on.

The more she read, the more her voice trembled.

Jiazhen is dead.

Fengxia is dead.

Erxi is dead.

Kugen ate so many beans that he died.

This is a story written by the devil; no child should ever hear it.

The woman's chest heaved more and more, her breathing becoming heavy and labored.

But the girl was unusually lucid today.

She usually falls asleep after listening to a story for ten minutes, but today she kept her eyes open, her gaze clear, and listened quietly to all the words.

The woman put her hand down.

Her fingertips were icy cold, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

The ward remained quiet for a long time.

A rare calm and tranquility appeared on the girl's face.

She gently turned her neck, looked at her mother sitting by the bed, and softly asked:

"Mom, am I going to go to another world like Kugen?"

The woman's tears welled up instantly.

She kept lying to her daughter that she would get better soon, weaving lies for her every day about staying alive.

It turns out that the daughter knew her situation better than anyone else.

The woman didn't know how to answer, and a suppressed sob escaped her throat.

The girl, not receiving a reply, continued speaking to herself:

"I think Kugen is doing very well in another world, right?"

The girl stopped, her chest heaving a few times with difficulty, and swallowed hard.

"It must be, so I'm not afraid to go to another world."

Hearing these words, the woman felt an intense pain in her chest, as if something was squeezing it shut, and her features contorted in agony.

She nodded vigorously, forcing out a single word from deep within her throat:

"Um."

The girl stretched out her hand, which had an IV needle inserted, and struggled to hook the hem of her mother's clothes.

"So, Mom."

The girl said softly:

"You have to promise me that if I'm gone, you'll live a good life, just like Fugui."

The woman sat stiffly on the plastic stool.

She bit her lower lip, leaving a deep white mark.

But tears still blurred my vision...

She gently cupped her daughter's withered hand in her own.

"Mommy will... Mommy will..."