My Boyfriend Has Severe Depression, So Why Is He a Young Master from a Wealthy Family?

To keep my boyfriend, who suffers from severe depression, alive, I worked day and night drawing design plans, delivering takeout, and driving for Didi, all to scrape together the thousands of yuan he needed for treatment every day. My friends all said they were afraid I’d work myself to death and urged me to give up. I didn’t care. As long as my boyfriend could stay alive, I was willing to do anything. But at two in the morning, when I delivered an order to the most expensive villa district in City A, the person who opened the door was my boyfriend. Even more ridiculous, I’d run a full ten kilometers for the fifty-yuan bonus attached to the order.