Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

The electric fan was creaking as it twisted. Hearing the rustling sound outside, Shang Qing slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

Because the new curtains have better light-blocking effect, the room is dark.

She picked up her phone and saw it was 7:30 a.m. Perhaps because she was worried about something, she woke up a little early.

"Grandma, where are you going?" Shang Qing rubbed his sleepy eyes and stood at the door. He saw his grandmother carrying a cloth bag and preparing to go out.

Grandma Kang hadn't expected Shang Qing to wake up at this hour. After all, Shang Qing loved to sleep in. Even on her previous holidays, she'd always wake up at 11:00. Although her personality had changed in the past few days, she'd wake up after 9:30 in the morning.

Shang Qing was incredibly persistent about getting up in the morning. Since school hadn't started yet, what was wrong with her sleeping in?

The happiest thing in the world is to sleep until you wake up naturally!

Grandma Kang was a little flustered, even stuttering a little as she said, "Oh, oh, I'll go out for a while. You woke up so early, you should go back to sleep for a while."

"Grandma, I'm not sleepy anymore. Where are you going so early?" Shang Qing couldn't understand where her grandma could be going so early in the morning.

She used to be at home at this time. She wasn't the type of old lady who loved to go for a stroll; instead, she loved to do chores. She kept the house spotless inside and out. Everyone who came would admire her neat and tidy old lady.

Grandma Kang thought for a moment and replied with a smile, "I'm going to the morning market to see if there are any fresh vegetables. Qingqing, breakfast is already in the pot, remember to eat it."

Shang Qing frowned as she watched Grandma Kang hurried away. What was Grandma hiding from her?

Since grandma didn't want to talk about it now, it meant she didn't want her to know. She didn't ask for now and would pay close attention to it later.

Shang Qing walked into the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, and saw a steaming hot breakfast inside. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen, she started making baby clothes again.

More than an hour later, Grandma Kang came back with some peaches in her hands.

Shang Qing didn't say anything. She was cutting the fabric according to the instructions.

Grandma Kang stood beside Shang Qing's table, carrying a large, washed peach. Seeing Shang Qing's serious and focused look, she was very pleased and said with a smile, "Qingqing, take a break and try some peaches."

"Okay, I love you, grandma." Shang Qing stopped what she was doing, washed her hands, and took the peach from her grandma's hand. It was bright red and juicy, and it exuded a fragrance. She took a bite.

The crunchy, sweet taste spread throughout my mouth. It was so delicious that I squinted my eyes. The dimples on my cheeks deepened.

Grandma understood her very well. She was actually a picky eater. She liked some things, but not all of them.

How can I explain this? For example, she likes sweet, crisp peaches, but not soft, mushy ones. She likes sweet, crisp dates, but never soft, sun-dried ones. She likes potatoes—shredded, sticky, or sliced—but never wedges.

Others might think it was pretentious, but Grandma never thought so.

Grandma remembered everything about her in her heart, always giving Shang Qing the greatest warmth and love in the details, which was also the greatest confidence for her to love others.

Shang Qing couldn't imagine how she would be able to bear it if one day, the person who loved her the most left her. Who else in this world could love her so much again?

"Wow, it's delicious. Grandma, you try it too." Shang Qing took out a soft peach and stuffed it into grandma's hand.

My grandma is old, and although she has good teeth, she can't eat crispy peaches.

"Okay. I'll eat some too... Mmm... It's really sweet."

"Hehe, it's delicious, delicious." Shang Qing was enjoying the meal and shaking her little feet happily.

The feet in the slippers were a little chubby, white and tender, and the nails of each toe were clean flesh pink, each one cute. But a few days ago, this pair of beautiful toenails were painted with extremely ugly nail polish.

Shang Qing was devastated at the time and tried every possible way to remove it! Of course, that included her fingernails!

These hands and feet look so comfortable now, which is the result of her care and protection over the past few days.

Seeing Shang Qing enjoying her meal, Grandma Kang placed the plate in her hand on the table next to her and said, "Qingqing, there's more here. If you like it, have another one."

"Grandma, this peach is so big. I'm full after eating one."

"Okay. Grandma, put it in the refrigerator first. You can eat it when you want." Grandma Kang walked out, looking back and reminding, "Qingqing, I'm going to the hospital to see Xiao Xun later. I'll make you something delicious when I come back."

Two days have passed since the last time he went to the hospital, and Ji Xun still hasn't woken up.

Shang Qing thought about this and decided to look at him: "Grandma, I'll go with you."

Grandma Kang readily agreed. She also hoped that people her age would visit Ji Xun more often, as it might help him wake up.

Inside the hospital ward.

Grandma Kang filled a basin with warm water and soaked a soft towel in it. Shang Qing helped her carry the basin to the bedside.

Grandma Kang walked over to the bed and pulled back the blanket covering Ji Xun's upper body. Ji Xun's head was propped up by two pillows, and he was wearing only a diaper.

That's right. Before Shang Qing could react, a blue, purple, thin and shriveled body appeared in front of Shang Qing.

Shang Qing's fair and delicate cheeks instantly turned pink. She was a girl, and seeing a boy in such a state, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He stopped looking at the boy on the bed, sat aside, and began to fiddle with the fabric in his hands, thinking about how to match the fabric material and color to ease the visual impact.

Grandma Kang took out the towel, wrung it out, held the towel in one hand, grasped Ji Xun's wrist with the other, and began to wipe it carefully...

"Oh, this child is so pitiful. He has lost so much weight since Brother Ji passed away. What kind of suffering must he have gone through?" Grandma Kang sighed, trying to turn Ji Xun sideways and wipe his back. However, she was not as strong as the young man, so it was really difficult.

Seeing her grandmother trying hard to turn Ji Xun to his side, Shang Qing couldn't help but move closer, "Grandma, let me do it."

"Good." Grandma Kang was panting with exhaustion. She stood up straight, pounded her waist, and sighed, "I'm old and my strength is not as good as it used to be."

Shang Qing was incredibly strong. While not a natural born supernatural being, he had been stronger than most people since childhood. He wasn't as strong as an adult man, but he was still stronger than an average adult man. Compared to the girls, they were completely incomparable. There was no comparison.

She held onto Ji Xun's shoulders and, with a little effort, moved his entire body sideways. She saw that his skin was bruised and purple, still dotted with red spots. He was frighteningly thin, with the bones in his back seemingly poking through the thin layer of skin. One couldn't help but wonder, how could this man still be alive?

Thinking back to when he saw his grandmother wiping his arms, chest, and abdomen, his arms were as thin as bamboo poles, as if they would break at the slightest fold. The ribs on his chest were clearly visible, reminding Shang Qing of a skeleton, and his abdomen was so thin that it was sunken.

Seeing him breathing so weakly through the nasal cannula, she couldn't help but think that if someone had bad intentions and wanted to kill him, they wouldn't have to do anything else but remove the nasal cannula. Once the oxygen stopped, his breathing would stop too.

Shang Qing finally understood what her grandmother meant when she felt sorry for Ji Xun.