The dorm mother could still recall, even now, the very first ti she laid eyes on Dream Weaver.
A girl with a ss of short, black hair stood at the entrance, clutching a backpack stuffed to the seams.
Her face was expressionless as she looked at the dorm mother and spoke, her voice flat.
"I heard the rent here is cheap. Do you still have any rooms available?"
The dorm mother found it hard to believe that this young girl hadn't heard the other rumors when she'd been asking around about cheap places.
This apartnt was the closest one to the hospital.
The people who lived here were all terminal patients who couldn't afford their hospital bills, just barely clinging to life in this place.
People ca and went; so were lucky enough to get better and leave, but far more either couldn't keep up with the dical costs anymore, or simply ended up dying right there in the building.
Apart from the despairing patients themselves and their families, no one in their right mind would want to live in such an ill-oned place.
Assuming that Dream Weaver had run away from ho and was just looking for a cheap place to crash temporarily, the dorm mother quickly ushered her to the room, gently urging her that there was no problem with her family that couldn't be solved by talking.
Above all, she should call her parents first, just to let them know she was safe and not to worry.
This was no place for a child, the dorm mother thought sincerely.
But Dream Weaver simply handed over a notice, calm as could be. It listed a patient's na along with a mountain of dical bills.
"Family mbers of critical patients are allowed to live here, right?"
This girl, who looked like she'd barely just graduated middle school, repeated herself in a tone so flat it was chilling.
"So, is there still a room available or not?"
The dorm mother had never t a girl like this. She didn't have any of the usual characteristics you'd expect from soone her age.
Shaken by the shock of it, the dorm mother didn't press any further.
She was afraid that pushing for more answers would only cause the child more pain. She simply went ahead and helped Dream Weaver complete the move-in paperwork.
Back then, the folks in the apartnt weren't as familiar with each other as they were now.
Everyone was just teetering on the edge of life and death; maybe you wouldn't even see them again tomorrow, so what was the point of getting close?
So Dream Weaver's arrival didn't stir anyone. She just moved in quietly, and then the next morning, she was out running.
Maybe it was because elderly people sleep lightly.
Even though the ti Dream Weaver went out for her morning exercise was, strictly speaking, the dead of night when everyone was fast asleep, the dorm mother would still be woken by the sound of her leaving.
Ti and again, curiosity got the better of her.
Why did that middle school girl have to go out and train so early every day, and then co back so late?
It was almost like she was training outside for the entire day.
Occasionally, the dorm mother caught glimpses of the groceries Dream Weaver bought. It was always cheap stuff like bean sprouts—nothing that could possibly fuel such a huge daily energy drain.
So, one day, the dorm mother deliberately made a little extra dinner.
When Dream Weaver got back from training and hadn't had ti to cook yet, she knocked on her door.
To be honest, that was the first ti the dorm mother had ever seen anyone eat so fast.
It was like she couldn't feel temperature at all; she just shoveled everything into her stomach in one continuous motion.
People living in this apartnt rarely had such appetites. When you thought about the possibility of not seeing tomorrow, who could really eat?
If eating with gusto was a sign of vitality, then the dorm mother hadn't seen that kind of life force in a very long ti.
Quietly watching Dream Weaver finish her al, the dorm mother handed her a handkerchief and asked softly.
"I've noticed you've been leaving early and coming back late these past few days. Are you busy with sothing?"
Having just received the kindness of a al, Dream Weaver wasn't about to refuse. She casually wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and answered.
"I have to train. And if I can find one, a part-ti job."
"Train?"
"I'm going to pass the entrance exam for Central Tracen, and beco a Racing Uma Musu."
She paused for a mont, as if hesitating about sothing, before continuing to explain after a little while.
"No matter how much I save, the money in my bank account will run out soday. Before that day cos, I have to beco a Racing Uma Musu and start winning races."
"That's the only way my mom can stay in the hospital peacefully and wait for a miracle."
Just hearing it was enough to make you hold your breath. The dorm mother couldn't help but press further.
"But what if you don't pass? Have you tried looking into social welfare or assistance?"
It was a question born from genuine concern, but Dream Weaver had clearly already thought this through.
She started gathering up her bowls and chopsticks to wash them, walking as she spoke matter-of-factly.
"I will pass."
"As for asking for help... I'll think about that when I can't go on anymore."
The dorm mother realized that Dream Weaver didn't seem very good at accepting help.
Her voice had turned stiff when she said that part.
At that mont, she suddenly understood why the girl wasn't as cold as she'd been at their first eting, and why she'd patiently explained things this ti.
Was it because of this al...?
From that day on, the dorm mother would often find excuses to bring Dream Weaver dinner.
On one hand, watching her eat with such gusto made the apartnt, usually thick with the air of death, feel a little more alive.
On the other, she genuinely wanted to help this girl who was so bad at asking for it.
Once, then twice. As ti went on, the other residents gradually started to notice this girl whose aura was so completely different from the apartnt's.
She didn't carry the familiar stillness of death that perated the place; instead, she radiated a constant, powerful desire to keep living, a desperate hunger for it.
Her mother ant that much to her, enough to dictate her very will to survive.
To keep herself alive, this girl, who'd grown up in an orphanage, was struggling with everything she had, just like she had in a previous life.
The people living in the apartnt were burdened by heavy dical costs, and the treatnt process was grueling.
But coming back and occasionally seeing this girl fighting tooth and nail for her own survival, sohow, the doubts about continuing their own treatnts gradually faded away.
If a girl like her was fighting so hard to live, how could we even think of giving up so easily?
This was probably the biggest change Dream Weaver brought to the apartnt after moving in.
Influenced by her, many who had started to resign themselves to their fate slowly found the courage to want to live again. And to give back to the girl who had brought them hope, they offered whatever help they could.
To outsiders, this place probably looked no different than before, still reeking of that unbearable stench of death. But to the people who actually lived there, they knew that sothing had truly changed.
After hearing this story, Symboli Rudolf let out a deep breath, a strange emotion stirring within her.
So that was it...
So from way back then, you were already saving people in your own way?
Now, finally, Symboli Rudolf understood why the people here were so worried about Dream Weaver. She also finally understood why she herself was so reluctant to leave this place.
Amidst the feeling of admiration, she didn't forget the second reason for her visit. So, she asked tentatively.
"Would it be alright... if I took a look inside her room?"
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