I Really Didn't Use Cheats

That year, I was 9 and she was 11. I told her I would marry her someday, and she playfully replied, "Okay!" That year, I was 12 and she was 14. She was a head taller than me. I looked up and said I liked her. She listened intently, speechless, then turned away, no longer looking at me. That year, I was 18 and she was 20. I had been carrying cement on construction sites for a year, while she was still attending a prestigious university. I could no longer bring myself to say I liked her because I felt I was not good enough for her. I kept the words I wanted to say to myself, waiting until I was worthy of her to tell her everything. For the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard she was working now. I was more concerned about whether she was married and a mother. My career gradually got on track; I became a small contractor, taking on some construction projects, and I was no longer struggling financially. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan. In a dimly lit room, it was just the two of us. After a long silence, she spoke: "Eight hundred. Since you're an acquaintance, I'll only charge you five hundred." I tried my best to stop trembling and said, "Come with me." Her gaze glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then died out like a flame. She said, "I'm not good enough for you. I'm just a prostitute. I have other clients. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being escorted by two police officers, her face filled with terror and despair. The TV didn't even cover her face, letting her image flash before my eyes, letting her image crash against my heart, crash against it, until it shattered. The last time I saw her was when she came to me. She was on the rooftop, and I was downstairs looking up at her. I just stared at her for a long time, then she left without a word. The next time I heard from her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was sick and couldn't be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I couldn't accept it; I felt very depressed. When I got to the hospital, I stood by her bedside, looking at her pale face, much thinner than before. I smiled at her, a smile I don't know how ugly it was. She smiled back at me, like she had when she was seven, smiling so innocently. She raised her hand, and I quickly went over and took it. Tears finally streamed down my face. She opened her mouth and said in a very soft voice, "You know... You know..." I was already sobbing uncontrollably and immediately replied, "I know, I know your heart, and my heart has never changed. I won't despise you, we..." She suddenly shook her hand violently, interrupting me. I heard her weak voice say, "No... I want to... Ask you, when will the update be?!"

The moonlight is hazy, the birds are hazy, and the mortal world below is empty and silent. If even the God of Love can't ease our troubles, then we are both just fallen souls.

This novel is simply unbeatable.

Unfinished book

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Was the protagonist's brain not fully developed in the early stages? Wouldn't it have been better to go to a sect with better benefits? Why did he have to go to a sect that undermined his self-confidence? I personally think the protagonist has some mental issues.

I thought it was quite good, it's a pity the author ended it before finishing.

Terrible ending!!!

But that's a bit short; I want to see what happens next.

The protagonist is so handsome, and the system is amazing!