He lay there, for about half an hour, when a flurry of footsteps accompanied by an angry rant reached him:
"What did I ever owe you in my past life!"
"How can there be a beggar as poor as you!"
"I told you, I'm poor; I can't afford to take you to the hospital. I can only take you home. Live or die, it's up to fate!"
She viciously kicked a nearby trash can, seemingly venting her anger, then crouched down and reached out to help him up.
She was that kind of person, pretending to be tough while being soft-hearted.
He made an effort to open his eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of her profile.
She was young, with baby fat on her cheeks and fine fuzz on her skin. Her nose was straight, her mouth delicate, and her small face made her look like a good girl or a little princess, but there was bravery in her large, phoenix-like eyes.
At that time, he hadn't eaten for three days. In the last moments of his life, she appeared like a fairy descending from the sky...
