Li Xuantian could only think that the woman before him was mad. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Nan Ke say, "Amitabha, Benefactor Li, she's not deceiving you. What she means is that it's good if the rabbit shows up. Whether it can be saved or not doesn't matter anymore."
Miao Qiqi smiled and said, "It's just a game. If I die, I die; it doesn't matter. But to have someone care about me and come thousands of miles for me, what could be more joyful than this?"
Miao Qiqi was truly happy. Her memory, from childhood onward, had been shadowed by her disability, as she had almost grown up amidst disdainful looks. Every time she returned to her conservative and patriarchal hometown, she was the typical grandchild who neither her grandfather loved nor her grandmother cared for.