```
"Chen Yuan."
She gripped the other firmly, as if trying to grasp the future with her hands. Shen Xiaoran earnestly whispered in a low voice, "If this will shorten your life, I don't mind being a cripple."
Although the moment she stood up, Shen Xiaoran felt as if she'd come back to life.
Yet, she wasn't so selfish as to let the other make such a sacrifice.
At worst, in the future, Mommy would push her in a princess dress to the gate of Chen Yuan's school, and then, smiling, she'd wave to the older brother she'd liked for so long. "I heard the osmanthus flowers in your school are blooming. Brother, could you push me to see them?"
Now, things are quite good.
This way, things are already good enough.
"Alright." Holding onto Shen Xiaoran's hand, Chen Yuan turned around and touched her head. Looking at the pitiful little one frantically writing short stories in her mind, he said, "There is a cost, but it's not about life span. It's about duration."
