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

Wenjing asked in surprise, "What kind of ointment is this?"

Ding Heng put the towel aside without changing his expression.

"A newly developed special drug by Chinese experts."

Wenjing blinked.

"That... must be very expensive, right?"

"I'll buy it no matter how expensive it is."

Ding Heng shoved the tube of ointment into her hand.

"Apply this more often in the future, soak your feet, and keep your feet healthy. You can also apply this to any other scars on your body."

Wenjing looked down at the tube of ointment in her hand, somewhat bewildered.

Is it important to maintain foot health?

"Of course it's important!"

Ding Heng stood up, his tone meaningful: "You'll see the benefits later."

Wenjing didn't understand what he meant, but she nodded and put the ointment away.

"I'll do whatever you say."

Ding Heng then took out another pill from his pocket.

It was a very small, white one, lying bare in his palm without any packaging.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Wenjing looked at the "suspicious" pill.

There was no packaging, no instructions, and nothing to prove what it was.

But she didn't hesitate at all and obediently opened her mouth.

"what……"

Ding Heng put the pill into her mouth and handed her a can of cola.

Wenjing took a big gulp and swallowed the medicine.

Ding Heng teased, "Aren't you going to ask what it is?"

Wenjing thought for a moment and then asked, "Would you hurt me?"

Ding Heng shook his head.

Wenjing lowered her head and said softly, "Then I won't ask."

The next second, Wenjing felt a warm current surge through her body.

The warmth started in my stomach and slowly spread to my limbs, fingertips, and toes.

The slight soreness and the faint discomfort in my throat caused by the rain disappeared completely in an instant.

She looked down at her feet again.

It was white and tender, and perfectly intact.

She wiggled her toes and stomped her feet on the ground.

It doesn't hurt at all anymore.

"Amazing..."

Wenjing muttered to herself quietly.

In the afternoon, the two set off back to Xingcheng.

The car drove onto the highway, and the rain stopped completely.

A crack appeared in the clouds, and sunlight streamed through, illuminating the damp world.

Throughout the journey, Ding Heng did not mention anything about Wenjing's family.

Not a single word was mentioned.

He just teased her occasionally, as usual, and told her a joke to make her happy.

Wenjing cooperated well because she knew he was coaxing her.

She knows.

……

After returning to Xingcheng, life returned to a certain peaceful rhythm.

Wenjing lost her job and devoted herself to being Ding Heng's "nanny".

Three meals a day, prepared in various ways... every meal feels like Chinese New Year.

That day, Wenjing was wearing an apron and busy at the stove as usual. Her profile was softly illuminated by the lamplight, and Ding Heng leaned against the door frame watching her.

"What are we eating today?"

"you guess."

"Can't guess."

"You'll find out soon enough."

Suddenly, the girl's phone rang. The caller ID read: [Dad]

She stared at the two words on the screen, stunned for a few seconds.

Ding Heng advised, "Accept it."

Wenjing took a deep breath and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Hey……"

"Wenjing."

The father, Wen Dahai, spoke through the receiver, his voice carrying a hint of cautious flattery.

"How are you doing in Xingcheng?"

"Ah."

"Um... your mom acted impulsively that day, don't take it to heart."

Wenjing didn't say anything.

“I’ve already scolded my brother. It was wrong of him to take your things. That toy… the figurine, right? I’m going to talk to that classmate’s parents and see if we can get it back…”

"Dad, no need."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Xiao Jing..."

Wen Dahai sighed, "Your mother... you know, she has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She hasn't said anything these past few days, but she's actually been thinking about you quite a bit."

Wenjing remained silent.

"I've transferred five thousand yuan to you. Take it and use it first. If it's not enough later, Dad will figure something out..."

"Need not."

Wenjing's voice was very calm.

"Dad, keep the money. My younger siblings will need it for school."

"then you……"

"I'm fine, and I have enough money."

"Okay... then be careful in college."

"Ah."

Wenjing hung up the phone, and a notification popped up on WeChat: "[Dad] has transferred 5000.00 yuan to you."

She clicked on it and selected "Refund".

Operation complete.

Wenjing put down her phone and continued chopping vegetables.

……

A week passed quickly.

The day before school started, the two packed their luggage and put it in the trunk.

Get in the car and fasten your seatbelt.

Ding Heng adjusted his seat and turned his head to look at the passenger seat.

Wenjing placed her hands on her knees and took deep breaths repeatedly.

"nervous?"

"Ok!"

"I was nervous too, after all, it was my first time going to university."

"I'm not nervous about that."

"Then what's there to be nervous about?"

"Ding Heng..."

Wenjing called out softly, her tone slightly hesitant.

"Ok?"

"When we get to college, what should we say about our relationship when our classmates ask?"

"Say whatever you want, I'll accept it."

Wenjing simply said "Oh" softly and didn't ask any further questions.

Ding Heng stared at her profile.