After the Mute Died, They Regretted It Too Late

The little mute was the finest hairpin maker around. Her traditional velvet-flower crafts had received millions of views online. With her slender, pale hands moving nimbly, she brought lifelike velvet flowers into being, and her fans revered her as a goddess.

But the little mute couldn't speak, so her younger sister did all the voice-over narration. Her sister had a lovely voice, and fans called her the hairpin maker with the most beautiful voice.

The little mute knew she was the child of that refined, well-mannered couple. But they wouldn't watch her lips or pay attention to her urgent gestures as she tried to get paper and a pen. They only said coldly:

"Thank you for taking care of our daughter. We're taking her home now."

The little mute ran after the car and heard her older brother frown and say:

"What a stubborn kid. Does she want to come home with us too?"

"Didn't her mother teach her any boundaries?"

The little mute stopped. She let the heavy rain drench her until she could barely stand, watching the car grow smaller and smaller in the distance...

The little mute became seriously ill. She wanted to see her family one more time.

Her parents spoke coldly to her. "A family like ours could never raise a child with such poor character. My daughter doesn't hold it against you because she's kind-hearted."

Her older brother shoved her. "Come near us again, and I'll show you what happens."

The little mute looked at her bleeding knee and never tried to speak again.

She wanted to say a final goodbye to her fans online, but they cursed her instead.

"Where did this fake come from? Xiaoya just posted a video. Are you cursing her and telling her to quit?"

The little mute wanted to type that she was the real one, that she was genuine both as their daughter and as the hairpin maker, but no one would listen...

The little mute died alone in a cold country house.

She saw them weeping bitterly and regretting everything. She watched her parents, heartsick and desperate, say they wanted to go with her.

But what good was that? She was already dead.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day her parents came looking for her. Instead of running up to the couple in wild joy, the little mute desperately grabbed the sleeve of a film and television investor who had come to see her handiwork.

"Uncle, save me!"

She cried the words to him silently, hoarsely forming them with her lips.

A voice told her that if she stayed close to him, she could survive.

Fei Ce had just received the award for the youngest business leader of the year...

Me? Uncle?

When word spread that Fei Ce had brought a girl back from the countryside, the whole social circle was shocked.

Fei Ce smiled nonchalantly. "She's a little mute. I felt sorry for her, so I gave her a hand."

Later, when a rich playboy tried to pursue the little mute, Fei Ce warned him, "Stay away from her."

The playboy muttered, "She's just a little mute. What's the big deal?"

Fei Ce grabbed him by the collar, his eyes blazing with fury. "Who are you calling a little mute?"

She's his little mute. He's the only one allowed to call her that.

Later, they all started thinking about the future. They knew the little mute was going to die. They understood the heartache that awaited them, and they searched for her desperately, hoping to make amends.

But the little mute had already gone somewhere they could never reach. She shone brilliantly, and by her side stood a man beyond their reach...

Theme: Nothing is more moving than pure love.