After drawing cards, the evil god became my source of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of humorous commentary/criti

Chapter 125 Concern
Xin slowly opened her eyes, and the white light in front of her made her feel a little dazed for a moment.

Just moments ago, he was inside the eerie magnetic field, with his master's corpse beside him, but when he regained consciousness, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the desolate atmosphere typical of hospitals made her instinctively frown.

She was stunned for several seconds before she gradually realized that she was not on a battlefield, not in that blood-stained ruin, but lying in a hospital bed.

We arrived at the hospital.

Her gaze shifted, and she saw An Jing sitting quietly beside her.

An Jing sat very straight, his back taut, looking like a thin string that might break at any moment.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face was pale, and her hands were clenched into fists on her knees, as if she could only stay awake in this way.

Xin subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the other side of the bed, which was empty.

In that instant, her heart clenched painfully.

She forced a smile, her voice as soft as the wind: "In the past, whenever I was injured, no matter how busy my master was, she would come to see me and stay by my side."

She almost choked up when she said those words.

An Jing looked up at her, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but she didn't say a word.

Her silence was more painful than her crying.

You Xin took a breath, barely managed to raise her hand, patted An Jing's arm, and forced a smile:

"Go and rest. You look like you haven't eaten for three days. I'll be fine. You don't need to stay here."

An Jing lowered her head and spoke so softly it was almost inaudible, only humming in response.

But she did not get up.

Her eyes remained fixed on You Xin, as if afraid that if she turned around, You Xin would do something foolish and she would never see her again.

Xin felt a pang of sadness, but pretended to be relaxed as she sat up and gently flicked An Jing's forehead.

"Hey, you're so young, how come you have so many thoughts on your mind?"

She feigned reproach: "You can be so calm now, and you want to comfort me? I'm several years older than you, do you think my mentality is worse than yours?"

An Jing was tapped by her. She looked up slightly, her expression still pale, but her tone was very serious.

"This has nothing to do with mindset."

Her voice trembled slightly, but she still continued speaking, one sentence at a time: "Compared to me and Sister Lin... you must have a deeper relationship with her. I believe that Sister Lin is still alive, and she must be worried about you getting into trouble. I'm just speaking from her perspective, so I don't want anything to happen to you."

The air was quiet for a moment.

You Xin was stunned.

Her previously smiling expression froze at that moment, her eyes trembled, and something seemed to be stuck in her throat.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.

My eyes started to feel hot and swollen, as if they were about to burst.

Finally, she sniffed, forcing back her tears, and pushed An Jing hard: "Go and rest."

Her voice trembled, but she tried her best to remain calm: "No matter what, I will definitely hold on. My master hasn't finished what she wanted to do, how could I be so heartless? I still have to... do the things she didn't have time to finish."

An Jing paused for a moment, then looked up at her.

But she simply nodded and didn't say anything more.

When she turned around, her steps were as heavy as if she were stepping on stones, and each step made her heart ache.

As I reached the door, I ran into Xu Yanyi.

He held a roll of documents in his hand, his expression as serious and aloof as ever, refusing to come near.

But when he saw An Jing's pale, tired, and vacant eyes, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Why didn't you go to rest first when you came to the hospital?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable questioning tone.

An Jing raised her hand and pointed behind him, her voice hoarse: "I was just about to go."

Xu Yanyi stared at her for two seconds, his face as white as a sheet, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

Then, he tapped An Jing's forehead and gently patted the documents in his hand on the top of her head.

"Hurry up and go! If I check on you later and you haven't rested, I'll have your school deduct points from your grades."

The tone was clearly reprimanding, yet it somehow conveyed concern. An Jing paused, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, almost invisible, yet it seemed to have a bit more life in it than before.

She didn't argue, too lazy to bother with him, she just nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the end of the corridor.

An Jing walked very slowly.

The corridor lights were glaring, and the smell of disinfectant was pungent and made people dizzy.

She felt completely drained, and every step she took required all her strength.

The system finally spoke up.

It remained silent for a long time, seemingly hesitant, but finally spoke: "An Jing..."

Has He Lin's death affected you that much?

Its tone was not as cold and hard as usual, but rather carried a hint of inquiry.

The system was very curious, after all, it didn't understand why An Jing was so sad, but it didn't feel anything.

He Lin's death brought a god's remorse and compensation, which was clearly the choice that maximized benefits!

An Jing lowered her head and did not answer immediately.

Her fingertips were trembling, and her eyes were getting a little wet.

She remained silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "If I died, would you feel the same way? Would you be sad, System?"

The system was stunned.

It quickly and instinctively retorted, "I won't! If you die, I can find a new host."

An Jing stopped and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, like a dim fire in the night, shining for a moment before being quickly swallowed by darkness.

"Um……"

She responded softly and didn't say anything more.

The system quieted down.

It seemed to be stung by her laughter, but it couldn't say anything.

The lights at the end of the corridor gradually blurred in An Jing's eyes. Her steps faltered, but she still continued to walk step by step.

It seemed that as long as she didn't stop, she could barely maintain her composure and prevent herself from collapsing.

But the crack in my heart only grew wider and wider.

She said nothing.

But she knew in her heart that she was slowly losing her support.

In the ward, You Xin lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tears finally sliding down her cheeks.

She gritted her teeth and covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

An Jing had just left, and she didn't want him to hear.

Because she knew that An Jing was also very tired.

But the pain in her heart was suffocating her.

"master……"

She whispered a cry in her heart, her voice breaking.

Why did you leave me all alone...?

When An Jing reached the lounge, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and slumped into a chair, hugging her knees and burying her face in her arms.

She didn't cry, only her shoulders trembled.

In the darkness, her breathing was so rapid it seemed she was about to stop.

But she dared not make a sound.

Because she was afraid.

I'm afraid that if I start crying, I'll really break down and never be able to stand up again.

(End of this chapter)