There Are Many Good People

He sacrificed fifty years of his life, his entire soul, and all his memories.

Ji Pin, his hair now completely white, rose from the bathtub and rather awkwardly accepted the towel Pingping handed him.

Sigh, his eyesight really was getting worse with age.

Ji Pin let out a puzzled sound. “Pingping, you’ve been back from your hometown for a while. How did you get taller than me?”

[Heh heh, because I eat a lot.]

So that was it. Ji Pin nodded. Eating a lot made you grow fast. Young people were like little piglets, and look, even the girl’s voice had gotten husky.

Pingping continued helping him put on his robe and trousers, moving slowly, with a technique that seemed different from before. Ji Pin grew puzzled again.

“Pingping, are you tired? Should I give you a few more days off? You used to get things done in a flash. You were really good at taking care of people.”

[I accidentally sprained my hand.]

Why hadn’t she said so earlier? That girl! Ji Pin panicked and reached for Pingping’s hand with his bewildered eyes wide open. The girl’s hand was large and warm, with calluses.

“It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt. Let’s go to the hospital right now! I’ll pay!”

[...There’s no rush. My hand will be fine in a few minutes. Let me help you back to bed first.]

That made sense, too. Ji Pin nodded, and a faint glimmer appeared at the corners of his eyes. “What a good girl!”

Theme: As the saying goes, when there are no thieves in the world, good people live long and safe lives