The boy Hai Shaoyao loved had been deaf in his left ear since birth, and his eyesight was blurry due to a poor recovery from surgery.
She timidly tried to get closer to him, but Yan Qingyu's face turned cold as he told her to stop deluding herself.
He didn't like her, and he didn't want the burden of her unrequited love.
"I don't want to say something really hurtful. I'm sparing your feelings, so I hope you understand."
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Hai Shaoyao believed him. She suppressed her feelings, learned to let go little by little, and gradually forgot him.
Then a huge truck came out of nowhere and struck Hai Shaoyao, leaving her part flesh and part pulp. Her soul suddenly appeared in Yan Qingyu's hospital room.
Only then did she discover that he had always felt inferior for being disabled. Even gazing at her from afar, like a rat in a gutter looking up at the moon, had been enough to make him happy.
He was willing to give one of his kidneys to the "gravely ill Hai Shaoyao."
Yan Qingyu would give her any body part he could spare, no matter the cost.
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He didn't know Hai Shaoyao was already dead. The wealthy Lu family of Sucheng had killed her. They exploited his unspoken love for her to trick him into giving up a kidney, mocked him for being lovesick, and told him he was bound to die a miserable death.
After getting what they wanted, they gloated, sneering, "If we weren't desperate, our family wouldn't stoop to using a kidney from someone like him. It's filthy."
They lied to him: "Hai Shaoyao thinks you're disgusting too. Your feelings make her even more disgusted."
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Yan Qingyu knew he was disabled, and that his love was as vile as dirty water. He couldn't bear to imagine even a single drop splashing on Shaoyao and making her wrinkle her brow in disgust.
But when he heard those cruel words, he couldn't help feeling utterly devastated.
The shock was too much.
The resuscitation failed.
He died on the operating table.
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He was reborn in his first year of high school.
His eyes were still fine. He was a little cripple, deaf in one ear from birth.
He spoke to Hai Shaoyao coldly. "I don't like you. Please stay away from me."
But Hai Shaoyao smiled and kissed Yan Qingyu's pale cheek, sweet and sincere. "But I want to admire you."
This time, she would be the one to run toward Yan Qingyu, without regret.
Theme: A reborn girl saves a beautiful, strong, and tragically unlucky boy