Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"She...she woke up this morning and said she wanted to go for a walk. I thought she seemed okay, so I didn't stop her...and then I didn't pay any more attention..."

Ding Heng didn't ask any further questions, waved for the nurse to leave, and called out softly.

"Pema?"

"Brother..."

Baima's voice trembled: "Why?"

Ding Heng held Bai Ma's shoulders and turned her to face him.

"That's 300,000."

"What's wrong with 300,000?"

Baima's eyes were red, and her voice was muffled and sharp: "Is 300,000 yuan more important than a friend?"

Ding Heng didn't speak, unsure of how to respond.

Huang Yue isn't particularly smart, but she's not particularly stupid either. She has a bit of cleverness, but unfortunately, her vision, knowledge, and thinking are all lacking.

In Baima's view, 300,000 is nothing. How can it compare to a good friend?

But in Huang Yue's eyes, that was a full 300,000.

It's a debt she can never repay in her lifetime.

Baima was just a friend she had known for less than a month.

In this respect, Li Chongfeng is much better than her.

At least Li Chongfeng could tell at a glance that Baima would easily lend someone hundreds of thousands of yuan without even blinking.

Having been cheated out of money, deceived emotionally, and treated like a fool my whole life, I finally mustered the courage to start over, only to fall into the same trap again.

Huang Yue tried to escape through suicide, but after being rescued, she didn't have the courage to attempt suicide a second time.

So she chose to run away once again.

Leaving her phone and a note was the last bit of dignity she could muster.

From now on, she might go back to her hometown and marry an honest man. Or she might move to another city and continue to drift along, working one day and resting three.

To live out one's life in a daze.

She will never know that by choosing to run away, she missed an opportunity to change her life.

And this is the greatest punishment for her cowardice...

Baima lowered her head, and muffled sobs escaped from her throat.

She spoke very softly, and sounded very aggrieved.

The "friend" she had longed for and finally had was ultimately no match for a mere 300,000.

Should I blame Huang Yue for this?

Baima didn't know...

Perhaps compared to Huang Yue, she was just a lucky one who was born into a better family.

Ding Heng pulled Baima into his arms and comforted her gently.

He had nothing to say.

Some things you have to experience yourself to truly understand.

"Brother... I have no friends again."

Bai Ma finally understood why Ding Heng had asked her to make money.

It's not about making her endure hardship and live frugally... but rather hoping she understands that money has different meanings for different people.

Huang Yue is the best example.

"Who said that?"

Ding Heng's voice was very soft: "Don't you still have Wen Shu? And your sisters-in-law, and... me."

Baima looked up, her face streaked with tears, a complete mess.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"If one day... you also... because of money, or because of something else..."

She didn't continue.

Three hundred thousand might not be much.

Three hundred million?

What about three billion?

Bai Ma suddenly felt inexplicably afraid and clutched Ding Heng's clothes tightly.

Ding Heng lowered his head, about to say a few words to comfort her, when a prompt suddenly popped up in his mind.

[System notification: The saintess of the plateau has been tainted.]

[A New Chapter in the Holy Light Revelation: Prayer flags in the snowy land whisper in the wind, and the reflection of the sacred lake ripples. She was born on the roof of the world, and the sacred fire of the plateau, which has burned for millennia, flows in her veins. But the thorns of the mortal world entangled her ankles, and the dust of the secular world clouded her eyes. Her heart, once as pure as a snow lotus, wandered in the mist, lost, unable to find its way home.]

The young, radiant vow you made, the sacred flame in your hands has felt the call of the distant snow-capped mountains. Go! Go find her! Melt the frost in her heart with the warmth of your palm, illuminate her path with your unwavering gaze. Let her understand that holiness is not about aloofness far removed from the world, but about being amidst clamor yet still yearning for the light. When the mist dissipates, the saint will once again stand atop the plateau, lighting an inextinguishable lamp for all who are lost.

[Mission Objective: Awaken the tarnished holy maiden "Pema Yangjin"]

[Task Rewards: 5000 Divine Merit, Perception +12, Constitution +12, Unlock the Relic "Holy Pendant", Unlock the Exclusive Skill "Purification".]

Ding Heng was instantly dumbfounded.

Baima was also suddenly selected by the system?

What... what is this "Saintess" thing?

After hesitating for a long time, Ding Heng reached out and cupped the girl's cute little face, gently wiping away the tear stains left at the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

Then he lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"will not."

His voice was steady, without the slightest hesitation.

"You are my very, very, very best little sister!"

Saintess from the Snow Mountain

Chapter 220: The Siblings' Relationship Begins to Change

On September 2nd, a light rain fell last night, making the usually sweltering city of Changsha unusually cool.

Ding Heng pushed open the door to room 412; all three people were inside.

Liu Chiwang squatted on the ground to check his luggage, Qian Pu lay on the bed scrolling through his phone, and Chen Mo sat at the table organizing documents.

"Old Ding is back?"

"I've come to say goodbye."

Ding Heng walked to his bed, opened the cabinet door, and began to take stock of his belongings.

Qian Pu poked half his head out of the bed and asked curiously, "Brother Ding, are you really moving out?"

"Yes, renting an apartment near the school would be more convenient."

"Who do you live with? Your girlfriend?"

"Yes, with her."

Ding Heng continued working with his hands, his tone calm.

Qian Pu chuckled and teased, "Which girlfriend? Brother Ding, you have so many beautiful women around you, I can hardly tell them apart."

The room fell silent for a moment after he finished speaking.

Liu Chiwang looked up at Qian Pu as if he were a fool, then shook his head and continued folding clothes.

Chen Mo pretended not to hear and turned his gaze back to the paper in his hand.

Ding Heng didn't react much, and his tone remained normal.

"That one, Wenjing, you've met her before."

At Hubei University, Ding Heng only had one girlfriend, Wen Jing.

Although everyone in the dorm knew he was seeing several women at the same time, they all kept it to themselves and would have been stupid to say it out loud!

Qian Pu, completely oblivious, continued, "Oh, the one with the really great figure..."

"Alright, alright."

Liu Chiwang finally couldn't take it anymore and interrupted, "What business is it of yours who someone lives with? Mind your own business."

Qian Pu was taken aback, then sheepishly pulled his head back, lay back down to scroll through his phone, and muttered under his breath, "I was just asking," but no one responded.

Ding Heng stuffed the last few books into a cardboard box, sealed it with tape, clapped his hands, and stood up.

"Old Liu, Chen Mo, I'm leaving now. Let's get together sometime."

He did not mention Qian Pu's name.

Liu Chiwang chuckled and replied, "Okay, drive carefully. Come back and visit often when you have time, don't forget your brother when you have a wife."

"No way."

Ding Heng smiled, nodded to Chen Mo, and finally picked up the cardboard box and glanced back at the dormitory.

It's not too sad, but it's still a kind of commemoration.

Ding Heng withdrew his gaze and turned to leave, the faint sound of Liu Chiwang echoing behind him.

"Qian Pu, can't you watch your mouth? You just blurt out whatever comes to mind..."

"I didn't say anything wrong, he does have several around him..."