On a Rainy Night, I Picked up a Little Beggar and Went Home

A rainy night, an alley, a little beggar huddled next to a trash can. Ye Ling was just passing by. But the moment the girl with white hair and blue eyes raised her head, he stopped. Eighteen-year-old Bai Xinyu had nothing but a heart that was riddled with holes in life. He took her home and gave her a bowl of noodles, a sofa, and a place to sleep peacefully. From a 60-square-meter rental house to a provincial university, from more than 400 points to 603 points, it took them a whole year to go from strangers to each other's most important people. There were no grand oaths, just bowls of braised pork, dense sticky notes on the refrigerator, and every "you're back" and "I'm back." This is a story about salvation, but also a story about healing. But more importantly, it is about the fact that the best love in the world is not roses and fireworks. It is someone telling you in the stupidest way every ordinary day: you are not alone.