Infinite: Dawn Game

"Mom," Xuexue mumbled, chewing her mouthful of food.

Why don't we eat in the hospital room?

Xue Yan paused in her eating, staring blankly at the small window opposite the stairwell, and murmured:

"Because it's shameful..."

Having a mother who works as a cleaner in such a private nursing home would surely subject one to countless glares and ridicule.

Even now, Xuexue still receives a lot of strange looks.

Xue Yan didn't want her daughter to suffer even more severe ridicule and mockery.

Xuexue didn't hear clearly. She looked up blankly and exclaimed, only to see Xue Yan quickly wipe her eyes and then say with a smile:

"Wait until later, when there's a chance later. By the way," Xue Yan ruffled Xuexue's hair and whispered:

"You haven't told anyone else that I'm your mother, have you?"

Xuexue paused in her act of picking up rice, and droplets of water slid down her cheeks. The bitter taste went into her mouth along with the rice, and she murmured a soft "hmm."

"Xuexue is so good."

Xue Yan didn't notice her daughter's tears. She smiled wearily and continued eating with her head down.

Soon, the scene in the stairwell gradually blurred, and the familiar mosaic tiles of various colors transformed and coalesced before my eyes.

"Is this from the dean's perspective?"

He Lingling's voice came from behind Yu Shijiu. He didn't turn around and replied lazily:

"This is the story he showed me."

The implication is that He Lingling is right.

He Lingling remained silent, gazing at the mosaic tiles in front of her, each radiating a different color, her expression complex.

“Illness is truly painful,” Xu Han, who hadn’t spoken for a long time, suddenly said. “I can understand Xue Yan’s fear.”

Fearing that her daughter would be taken away by illness, fearing that her daughter with heart disease would become emotionally agitated because of being ridiculed by others... and so on, anyone could see Xue Yan's fear.

Yu Shijiu didn't really understand.

He stared at the mosaic in front of him, wondering what the next scene would be.

Based on these two images, it's clear that the dean knew Xue Yan's true situation from the very beginning.

However, in subsequent "interactions," whether Xue Yan was rumored to have problems with her academic qualifications or was rumored to have sold herself, the dean completely disappeared.

Yu Shijiu's eyes curved slightly. He felt that he could suddenly understand what the dean was feeling at this moment.

Because Xue Yan and her daughter looked so pitiful.

So when he discovered that Xue Yan was willing to kneel down and beg for a low-paying job cleaning toilets so that her daughter could survive, he began to observe Xue Yan and her daughter from a superior position.

So he noticed Xuexue's tears, Xueyan's gaze as she looked out the window, and even the "love" that Xueyan and her daughter cherished for each other.

The dean felt his heart begin to pound.

He began to bow his head in pity for them, "loving" Xue Yan and her daughter as if they were a kitten or puppy.

This "love" was cheap and terrifying, burning away Xue Yan's innocent yet not very important reputation.

To be honest, Yu Shijiu himself doesn't care about fame, which is something ethereal and intangible.

But in reality, these two words seem to be very important to women, just like his mother, who, because of her ruined reputation, was entangled by a despicable rat during a period of low morals, and ultimately had to ruin her life.

Every normal person cares about their reputation.

But Yu Shijiu doesn't consider himself a normal person. He's a veritable "madman" in everyone's eyes, isn't he?

After all, no normal person would cut off the head of their blood father, and even feel regretful when they look back on it later, thinking that they cut it too quickly and that the other person died without much pain.

Yu Shijiu didn't really understand such vile and dark things.

The mosaic began to piece together again, and this time, Xue Yan appeared, staring at the void with a shocked expression.

She was still wearing the gray work clothes she wore when cleaning toilets, her hair was dry and yellow, and her face was exhausted, but she was holding a very beautiful bouquet of yellow roses in her arms, which were delicate and fragrant.

So beautiful, so... completely mismatched with her.

Xue Yan looked in the direction of Yu Shijiu and asked nervously:

"Me? Me?"

Xue Yan's eyes were fixed on Yu Shijiu, or perhaps on the dean who was in that position:

"Dean, I can't do it. I'm just a cleaner. How could I be worthy of you..."

Xue Yan kept saying things that belittled herself, but Yu Shijiu felt a strange sense of pleasure creeping into her heart.

He lowered his head slightly, frowning as he touched his chest, realizing that this emotion did not belong to him.

It was still the dean who had originally been in this position, facing Xue Yan.

"What do you mean by 'good enough' or 'not good enough'?"

Yu Shijiu heard the dean's smiling voice:

"I like you because you have qualities that I like. How can there be any question of whether you're good enough for me?"

Such words, spoken with sufficient politeness and respect, are enough to bring tears to the eyes of a woman who has suffered greatly.

Xue Yan was stunned. She looked at the dean in front of her, who, although nearing middle age, still had a refined and scholarly appearance, and for the first time, she shed tears.

But she still refused.

The reason given was: "After thinking about it, I still think we're not a good match, Dean."

Xue Yan said softly, "Let's not talk about whether I love you or not, but I definitely love my daughter even more."

Therefore, Xue Yan would not allow Xue Xue to be ridiculed or mocked by others because of her.

Xue Yan is a smart person. She may be misled by the "respect and pursuit" in front of her for a while, but if she thinks about it carefully, she will definitely understand the dean's thoughts.

The pity of those in high positions is nothing more than that.

But Xue Yan couldn't escape, nor could she escape.

As the familiar mosaic blocks in front of her once again became chaotic and scattered, Xue Yan lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed as if she were shy, but everyone could clearly see the despair in her eyes.

He Lingling's eyes held a complex expression: "She did it for her daughter."

Xu Han watched without saying a word, only slightly lowering his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Yu Shijiu couldn't actually feel much of Xue Yan's pain; the long-term side effects of the medication had almost completely robbed his emotional fibers of their ability to perceive emotions...

In the chaotic illusion, he looked at the mosaic of colors that was beginning to swirl again before him, his amber pupils narrowing slightly as he smiled and said:

"So, if the dean dies, Xue Yan and her daughter will be free, right?"

Players outside the live stream were all taken aback.

They watched as a close-up of Yu Shijiu's face appeared on the screen. The boy's eyes were cold, ruthless, and filled with intense malice, even with a touch of bloodshot morbidity, completely different from his previous playful and sweet demeanor.

When no one responded, the skinny boy said something chilling.

"The more gruesome the death of the dean, the more grateful they will be to me..."

“This is really,” Yu Shijiu smiled, “It’s wonderful.”