After Picking up a White-Haired Lolita, My Life Was Healed

(Single heroine + pure love + daily sweetness + redemption) On the worst day of my life, I picked up a girl on a rainy night. The day after I was laid off, I picked up an unconscious silver-haired girl in a heavy rain. She was as pale as a doll, with only a few bottles of incomprehensible medicine and an old medical record with "terminal illness" written on her body. With the last bit of conscience in mind, I took her home. I thought it was just a temporary shelter, but I didn't expect: She would look at me quietly with her light red eyes, and hand me a glass of warm water when I failed the interview and went home. She would hum an unknown song with her heavenly voice when I was revising my resume late at night, instantly calming my anxious heart. She would use the money she saved on medicine to secretly buy me a small piece of cake and say, "Lin Shen, today is the day you find a job." I began to desperately want to live a better life so that I could support her and give her a home. Until one day, her singing unexpectedly became popular on the Internet, and there seemed to be hope for the huge medical expenses. But it also attracted countless looks and disturbances. And when I held her through all the wind and rain, she whispered in my ear: "Lin Shen, you are the best medicine in this world."