“VFB received, 5,000 yuan.”
A story made a woman spend 5,000 yuan on her.
The story is fake, but the Money is real.
After Su Li finished speaking, a forced Smile appeared on her face.
She was a born actor.
But in MOKA’s eyes, Su Li’s face always showed a calm expression, yet at this very moment, it showed a forced Smile.
Su Li’s background had perhaps long made it hard for her to take a Breath, right?
She did not know how she should Help Su Li.
5,000 yuan, for Su Li who had already entered the Deep Abyss, was also a drop in the bucket, right?
After all, her Father, who had long lost all humanity, was a gambling addict.
And 5,000 yuan was nowhere near enough for a gambling addict.
MOKA’s fingers unconsciously touched her own neck.
She felt as if an invisible rope were tightening around her neck.
She stared at Su Li, whose expression was forced, and her Breath became rapid and somewhat difficult.
Oppressive. Too oppressive.
This feeling of being bound like by a rope even gave her a thought of ending her life.
If she were Su Li, perhaps she would have given up long ago, right?
MOKA thought this in her Heart, felt her Heart pounding violently like a drumbeat, and felt she had to do something.
To do something for Su Li.
MOKA went to her seat and picked up the pen she used for Songwriting.
She wanted to compose a Song.
This Song might be about Su Li.
Or perhaps it was about the many people like Su Li, struggling bitterly in this World yet not giving up.
This Song was also about herself.
Everyone would have a bright future.
Everything would get better.
MOKA thought this in her Heart, but while composing the Song, her fingers inevitably began to tremble.
Her nose stung, and even her tightly pressed lips trembled a little.
She felt a little like crying.
It was too oppressive.
Su Li’s life was too oppressive.
Perhaps she had never felt what happiness was, right?
Perhaps every time she suffered her arrogance, Su Li was in a life of deep water and scorching fire, unable to escape.
She did not know how to comfort Su Li.
Because everything she did could not save Su Li.
MOKA suddenly hoped Su Li could live a little better.
After all, even if Su Li lived a little better, perhaps she still could not change her current fate.
She gasped for breath, afraid that because it was too oppressive, she would not be able to keep writing.
MOKA’s fingers began to tremble, and tears gradually filled her eyes.
She was so sad.
She wanted so much to cry.
But Su Li had clearly endured such a painful life, yet Su Li had not cried.
How could she cry?
She could no longer see clearly the song she was composing, and only kept writing with a slightly trembling hand.
Even Su Li, sitting in a seat not far away, was somewhat surprised to see MOKA enter this kind of creative state.
Undeniably, MOKA was indeed a genius.
At least she herself could not gain empathy from a made-up story.
Nor could she get Inspiration from a made-up story.
But MOKA could.
If she had known earlier that making up a few stories could let MOKA gain Inspiration, Su Li would have found more stories and made them up.
She poured herself a glass of Water, moistened her throat, leaned against the wall for Composure, and quietly waited for MOKA to finish composing the Song.
While also Planning what kind of approach she should use later to praise MOKA’s Song.
Mm, based on the story she had told, this time MOKA’s Inspiration should be Suffering.
Just as Su Li was resting, a faint sobbing sound had already risen in the Room.
Seeing that Su Li had at some point entered a resting state, MOKA hurriedly covered her mouth to keep from making a sound.
Sad.
Too sad.
The more she composed, the sadder MOKA felt.
She herself still had an Opportunity to struggle, but what about Su Li?
Could Su Li climb out of the Deep Abyss of her Family of Origin?
Could she Help Su Li?
MOKA wanted to be popular.
Never had there been a day she wanted to be popular as much as now.
She wanted to earn lots and lots of Money, and then pull Su Li out of the mud of real life.
If she had popularity, perhaps Su Li’s Parents, and her younger brother, would not do anything to her, right?
Tears slowly slid down from the corners of MOKA’s eyes. She deliberately leaned against the Chair so her tears would not wet the score.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
Guilt surged up like a spring along with the oppression in her heart. MOKA gently curled up and buried her face against her knees.
“It will all pass.
It will be okay.”
Su Li said in a gentle tone. After resting, she had completely entered her role-playing state.
“What cannot defeat me will make me stronger.”
Feeling MOKA’s body tremble slightly, Su Li gently stroked her head and said.
Like a loving Mother.
Even girls sometimes reveal their vulnerable side.
“If you want to cry, you can hide in the Bathroom, or come close to my arms.”
As she spoke, MOKA slowly stood up and buried her face in her arms.
Clearly the one who was sad was Su Li, yet she herself had cried, and in the end Su Li still had to comfort her.
She was too bad.
Too bad.
Why couldn’t she be a little stronger.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to make an Apology to me, MOKA. My Suffering was not brought by you.
On the contrary, because of your support, my life now is a little better.
And day by day, I have something to look forward to.”
MOKA sniffled.
To be able to Help Su Li…
That was really great.
Never before had she been as grateful as now that she was an orphan.
Without the burden of a Family of Origin, she could do whatever she wanted.
In the past, she would also Envy others who had Parents to care for them.
But after hearing Su Li’s story, she felt her current life was also quite good.
“We… we will all get better, right?”
“Yes, we will all get better.”
Su Li gently stroked MOKA’s hair, her expression indifferent.
The story is fake.
But perhaps it really happened to some people.
It was just that she could not empathize with the other person.
Su Li knew very well what kind of story could be told to what kind of person.
If it were Bai Huizi, she would not be deceived by her story.
After her emotions calmed down a little, MOKA carefully put away the Song she had just composed.
This time, she did not let Su Li listen to it.
She was worried that after Su Li heard it, she would once again recall those sad things.
She did not want to expose Su Li’s scars.
MOKA went into the Bathroom and looked at herself with reddened eyes, feeling utterly unfamiliar.
“What kind of person am I, really?”