Quick Wear: Out-of-print White Moonlight, Refusing to Fall from the Altar

Little Su Jin felt a chill in his heart in the warm place built by Xiao Sheng's body!

He has a fever! No way... In such a winter, with a fever, on such a night, how could he still be alive!

"Gummy! Is Xiao Sheng going to die like this? He's the male lead!"

Could it be that Su Jin's change really led to Xiao Sheng's death?

Su Jin is really scared now, even though it’s only been a few months.

But he was still afraid of Xiao Sheng's death.

Gummy was also panicking! He had never seen the protagonist of any world in such a critical situation!

"That shouldn't be the case. He's the protagonist. How can a protagonist die as a child?"

Su Jin: '...'

He wants to know too!

How could the protagonist have such a miserable childhood?

Now Su Jin can only hope that the destiny of this world can save Xiao Sheng, because he is your own son!

However...

Little Su Jin was in Xiao Sheng's arms, listening to Xiao Sheng's increasingly weak breathing and his gradually slowing heartbeat.

My heart sank gradually.

He had to admit that Xiao Sheng was a protagonist without the halo of a protagonist!

Heaven won’t care about him at all!

If Su Jin didn't do something at this time, Xiao Sheng might really die!

Su Jin thought so and stretched out his hand regardless of the cold outside.

He just moved in Xiao Sheng's arms, and Xiao Sheng's body fell to the corner of the wall without any strength.

Su Jin also fell to the snow. He crawled out from under Xiao Sheng's arm, which was half warm and half stiff and cold.

My hands and feet, which were still warm, were immediately frozen and painful after I came out!

Children's skin is fragile to begin with, and just touching the snow makes them feel as cold as if their palms were pricked by needles.

Su Jin had just crawled out a little when his body tilted and he fell headfirst to the ground.

He looked very embarrassed with his snow-white little butt sticking out, but little Su Jin had no choice but to kick the ground with his pair of white and tender legs. His soft little head folded up, and he somersaulted on the snow with his neck resting on the back, and then he lay on his back.

After doing this, little Su Jin really felt like crying.

I feel very grateful that his bones are still soft, otherwise I would have twisted my neck just now.

After lying on his back, Su Jin realized that Xiao Sheng was actually sitting at the corner of a busy street. A little further ahead was a bustling crowd. The sky outside was gradually getting dark. The neon lights in the sky were colorful, and advertisements kept lighting up overhead, flashing one beautiful photo after another.

The people below lowered their heads and hurried along. Even if someone fell on the side of the road, they would just look at them numbly and then walk away.

The people in this world seem particularly indifferent.

No! It's not indifference, it's selfishness! Or in other words, self-preservation.

There are no middle class or well-off families in this world. There are only company clubs, the superior cattle and horses serving the companies, and people living at the bottom of society who are always struggling for their livelihoods!

They have tried their best to live their own lives, let alone lend a helping hand to others.

There are even many people online who, because they don’t want to appear particularly cold-blooded, mock those who help others as saints or virgins.

No one in this world wants to be a "hypocritical" person.

So... you can imagine how difficult it is for little Su Jin to find someone to help him and try to awaken their conscience towards people!

He was a half-grown baby, struggling to lie on his stomach in the snow, raising his delicate and beautiful little face and making sounds to those who passed by: "Ah~ah~"

Three passers-by stopped and looked down at him with surprise, pity, and indifference, and then left.

There was only one person standing in front of little Su Jin. When little Su Jin raised his head, stretched out his cold little hand, grabbed his trouser leg and looked over.

‘click’

With a sound, he took out his cell phone and took a photo of little Su Jin.

He didn't even look at the little Su Jin in real life. He just looked at the pitiful and beautiful child in the phone, whose nose was red from the cold in the snow, and laughed while typing something on the phone quickly.

Then he stood up, posted the edited photos on the social platform, and left.

Su Jin tried his best to grab his trouser legs, but he just tugged lightly and pulled the trouser legs out of Su Jin's hands.

Su Jin looked at this scene in disbelief. He had never been treated like this in his entire life.

“Ah~ah!”

Because she tried so hard to hold him, she lost her balance and fell down again.

This time, little Su Jin fell face down in the snow, with the tip of his nose sunk deep into the snow. Even if his breathing was blocked, he didn't have the strength to get up.

Some even couldn't control their tears, their tiny bodies instinctively wailing on the ground.

"Whoa whoa!"

Su Jin couldn't understand why there was such a world!

Such high technology, such indifference! Such cruelty!

It seemed like there was a dead end everywhere, but Su Jin just held his breath this time!

He didn't want to die! He wanted to live on in this world no matter what, and live well with Xiao Sheng!

Thinking of this, little Su Jin pouted, his eyes blurred, and he stood up shakily from the ground again.

He sifted through the crowd of passersby who were watching him with cold eyes, trying to find the one who was most likely to be soft-hearted.

Although this might drag that person down, he still wants to live anyway!

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Look, what is this? A cub?"

As he said this, a pair of hands held little Su Jin's belly and picked him up.

When little Su Jin turned his eyes, he saw a young man with a broken eyebrow, four earrings on one ear, and a lip stud on his lip. He was talking to him while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey, you're pretty, why are you standing here in such thin clothes?"

As soon as he spoke, the smoke from the cigarette in his mouth sprayed onto little Su Jin.

It was a smell that Su Jin could not tolerate in his previous lives. Not to mention spraying it on him, he would frown even when he saw him.

But now he just looked at this man, a pair of white tender hands tightly grasped his leather jacket on his chest, and spoke to him softly:

"Ball...save...him"

As little Su Jin said this, he pounced on the man, grabbed his clothes, and stretched out a hand, pointing at Xiao Sheng who had fallen at the corner.

The young man with a cigarette in his mouth raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect there would be another one.

He walked over and touched Xiao Sheng's hot cheek, then frowned immediately.

Said:

"He's seriously ill. I'm afraid there's no hope of recovery."