Disabled Childhood Sweetheart: A Humble Puppy Begs for the Young Lady's Pity

As the calendar is torn to its last page, the winds of the old year bring in the new snow.

In 1998, when Wenxi was in her senior year of high school, while other students in her class were buried in books and memorizing knowledge, she followed her dance teacher to participate in various dance competitions in the province and city, winning awards every time. Her honors were displayed all over the wall.

Wen Zhiting finally came up with a way to raise enough funds to purchase a new imported production line for the factory.

He used his accumulated prestige and connections to secure several large orders for the factory, which allowed him to barely catch his breath.

As their child grew older, the couple rarely discussed work or life's hardships in front of Wenxi, fearing it would affect the child's emotions. She couldn't solve their own problems anyway, and hearing them would only add to the child's worries.

Wen Zhiting and Xiang Qin only have this one precious daughter, and naturally they dote on her to the extreme. Regarding Wenxi's issues, they always take a long-term view and plan ahead.

Just like with the art exams, if Wenxi didn't pass, Wen Zhiting would try to pull strings to get her into an art academy.

However, the child is excellent and truly has a talent for dance, so there's no need for him to do these things.

On the red brick wall at the alley entrance, the setting sun was slowly sinking, and the air was filled with the smell of coal smoke.

Xiang Qin cooked the meal and put the dishes on the table; the sweet potato porridge was steaming hot.

"Daughter, dinner's ready."

She called out, but no one responded. She gave Wen Zhiting a look, signaling him to go and call out.

Wen Zhiting walked to the bedroom door and knocked three times lightly. Just as he was about to call out, the door opened from the inside. Wen Xi, with her messy hair and sleepy eyes, came out and said, "Dad."

"Dinner's ready."

"oh."

Xiang Qin set out the chopsticks, a smile curving her lips, her eyes fixed on her face: "Are you asleep?"

"Hmm." Wenxi looked listless, rubbed her hair, and walked to the dining table to sit down.

Halfway through the meal, Xiang Qin walked to the TV cabinet, opened a drawer, took out a small white bottle, counted out two pills, put them in the cap, and pushed it towards Wen Xi.

"Take the medicine with the rice soup."

Wenxi didn't say anything, but obediently picked up a pill, put it in her mouth, drank some soup, swallowed it, picked up another pill, and swallowed it again.

"You're a great girl!" Xiang Qin touched her daughter's face, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and worry.

After dinner, Wenxi and her father sat on the sofa watching a movie. She curled up her knees, crossed her arms on her legs, and rested her chin on them, looking very quiet.

"Aren't you going out with Xiaoya tomorrow?" Wen Zhiting asked.

Wenxi shook her head: "I don't want to go."

"Then come with Dad on this business trip, and I'll take you to the neighboring city for a visit."

"I don't want to go."

Just then, the phone rang. Wen Zhiting glanced at his daughter, sighed softly, moved to the other side, and reached out to answer the phone: "Feeding?"

"Jingchen, how have you been lately?" Wen Zhiting asked cautiously, holding the phone in his hand.

Wenxi blinked, seemingly lost in thought.

"Wait a minute, I'll give the phone to..." Before he could finish speaking, Wenxi suddenly put her feet down, shuffled back into her room in her slippers, and locked the door from the inside.

Wen Zhiting glanced in the direction of her bedroom, his brows furrowing slightly, before smiling and saying to the person on the other end of the phone, "Jingchen, Wenxi is asleep."

Wenxi could faintly hear Wen Zhiting talking on the phone outside her room.

"Yes, everything is fine..."

How are your studies going?

"Wenxi... won an award in the competition."

"Your aunt... is doing well, is doing well."

She pulled the covers over her head, covering her face and ears to shut out the sounds of the world.

-

A year and a half later.

The performance department at Pingjiang Art College offers a rich curriculum, covering vocal music, dance, and drama. Wenxi has already attended half a semester of classes and is adapting well to freshman life, ranking among the top students in her class.

She joined several clubs, and her daily schedule was full, rich, and interesting.

Although the school is in Pingjiang, it is located in a district far from home and in a relatively remote area, so Wenxi can only live on campus.

I go home every Friday afternoon and return to school on weekend evenings or Monday mornings.

Just in time for the cherry blossoms to bloom, Wenxi specially changed into a pink knitted top that showed off her shoulders and midriff to match the season.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and she wore simple, pure white trousers that accentuated her slender waist and long, straight legs. She possessed a natural, elegant charm that emanated from within, like a dancer.

"Wenxi, why are you dressed up so nicely? Going on a date?" Her roommate, Qian Xiaoxiao, peered down from the top bunk.

"Go home!" Wenxi gathered her hair up, but then felt it didn't suit her outfit today, so she let it down again.

Qian Xiaoxiao rested her chin on her hand: "Hasn't that handsome guy Qin from the directing department won Wenxi's heart yet?"

"Boring," Wenxi uttered two words indifferently.

Qin Xiao is a third-year directing student.

She gets angry just thinking about that scoundrel; he'd been threatening to pursue her ever since Wenxi entered the school.

He often audited classes in the performing arts department, and he would kick out anyone who sat next to Wenxi.

Wenxi was performing on stage, and he clapped and whistled below. After the performance, he went on stage in front of everyone to give her flowers. She didn't know whether to accept them or not.

In the morning, I brought her soy milk and steamed buns. I stood downstairs in the dormitory and called her name. Wenxi got so angry that she poured a basin of water on him. He wasn't angry at all and just grinned at her with his big white teeth.

Wenxi could always bump into him in various places on campus: the cherry blossom path, Yucai Building, the cafeteria, the library...

At first, Wenxi couldn't understand it. Could it be that he had installed a tracking device on himself?

Later, she found out that her roommates had been bribed by this scoundrel, which was why he was always able to track her movements.

She didn't want to accept his gift, so he asked her roommate to give it to her.

Wenxi refused the gift and returned it to him in front of everyone. He shamelessly smiled and said, "Are you trying to create an opportunity to meet me?" Wenxi was so angry that she turned around and left.

He stood under the cherry blossom tree and confessed his love to Wenxi face to face:

"Wenxi, I like you. I think about you in class, I think about you while walking, I think about you while eating. I really, really like you. Wenxi, be my girlfriend."

Wenxi received many love letters during high school, some of which contained cheesy words, but Qin Xiao was the first to say them to Wenxi face to face like this.

His gaze towards her was always so direct and passionate, and his words so frank and sincere.

Wenxi couldn't quite explain her feelings for Qin Xiao. She only felt a sense of novelty and a little vanity when he confessed his love to her.

She rejected him, but he was not discouraged at all. Instead, he said he would wait until the day she was willing.

Wenxi put the two books into her bag, zipped it up, and said to Qian Xiaoxiao, "I'm leaving now, you can continue sleeping."

"Please close the door for me."

The cherry blossom path at school was like being bathed in a light pink mist. When the wind blew, the petals swirled down and landed on the hair and shoulders of passing students, filling the air with a light, sweet fragrance.

Wenxi, carrying a shoulder bag, glanced down at her watch and walked towards the main entrance.

She needs to take three buses to get home. The bus at the school gate only runs every 30 minutes, so she still has to wait a while.

There are many stalls set up at the school gate, and students come and go in an endless stream.

Just across the street is the university town, which has food stalls, clothing stores, and many small hotels. It has a strong commercial atmosphere and mainly serves the surrounding university students.

Wenxi stood near the bus stop sign, head down, casually swinging his right foot as he pushed and stepped on a small pebble.

The sunshine was bright and gentle, and it felt very comfortable on my skin.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of her, blocking the sunlight.

She frowned slightly, then looked up—

Zhou Jingchen appeared in front of her suddenly without any warning, leaning on a cool black armpit cane.

At that moment, Wenxi's heart began to pound wildly, and she even had difficulty breathing. She bit her lower lip, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

I hadn't seen him for over a year, and he had grown even taller, about 185 cm. His eyebrows were deep-set, and beneath his thick, long eyelashes were dark eyes with a smile in them, like ripples spreading across a deep pool.

"Wen...Wenxi." As if it had been too long since they last met, he was a little excited and stuttered a little, his cheeks flushed slightly.

His voice has become deeper, and the timbre has faded, giving it a more mature, youthful quality.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and denim jacket, black pants, and his short hair was neatly styled, giving him a handsome and outstanding appearance.

It looks like it's being well cared for at home.

The bitterness that had been buried in Wenxi's heart for more than a year suddenly surged up again, and her eyes stung. She lowered her face and pretended not to see the person.

Walk straight past him and head in the other direction.

Zhou Jingchen panicked and hurriedly chased after her. "Wenxi—" He tried to grab her wrist, but Wenxi shook him off and walked forward angrily.

"Wenxi, why didn't you answer my calls?" His eyes were red, his voice was hoarse and low, and he sounded a little aggrieved.

"I've called home so many times, why aren't you answering?"

She walked too fast for him to keep up, so he could only grab her wrist and stand in front of her.

He was so anxious his neck turned red, and he looked aggrieved: "I wrote you so many letters, didn't you receive them?"

Zhou Jingchen called the Wen family almost every week. Either Wen Zhiting or Xiang Qin answered, and a few times he heard the familiar "Feed?"

The other party hung up immediately after realizing it was him.

Wenxi's nose stung with tears, and her voice trembled slightly: "May I ask who you are? Why should I answer your call? Why should I reply to your letter?"

She desperately wanted to cry, but she pinched her fingertips to hold it back.

She wasn't going to cry for this ingrate; he'd definitely be laughing at her in his heart.

Many students on the roadside looked over, thinking it was a couple arguing.

Zhou Jingchen's throat was dry, and his eyes were filled with unyielding sorrow: "I'm sorry, I know you're angry with me, I know you're unhappy that I left. Actually, I'm not feeling any better than you, but I..."

Wenxi's eyes were filled with tears, she gave a cold snort, and remained defiant:

"Unhappy? Who do you think you are? Do you think you're important to me? Let me tell you, I'm happier than ever that you're gone. I can sleep alone in this big room, and I don't have to go to school with you or take care of you anymore. I'm so happy on my own. I've never thought about you."

Zhou Jingchen's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at her with a pleading gaze: "Wenxi..."

The girl struggled to free her wrist, but couldn't. Her tone was cold, and her expression was stubborn.

"I'm not unhappy. I just feel like I raised an ungrateful dog, and now that it's run away, I'm angry."

He didn't back down because of her words; instead, he bent down and coaxed her:

"What will make you calm down? What will make you forgive me? Little princess, tell me, I really can't stand you treating me like this. I..."

I miss you so much I'm going crazy, Wenxi.