Ch 3: My Disabled Virtual Lover’s Healing Diary

Qian Yuan’s finger froze midair.

The little boy in the wheelchair clearly didn’t want to open the door, but the pounding from outside grew heavier, rattling the iron door with each blow, laced with vulgar curses.

He let out a long breath, put the contact-like device back into his eyes, wheeled himself over, and unlocked the door.

The iron door swung open. A huge, burly dumpling figure loomed outside.

Qian Yuan shot up from the floor, ran behind Cen Han’s wheelchair, and peeked out with wide eyes, secretly observing.

The man looked like a middle-aged brute, with a scraggly beard, tattered clothes patched in several places, shoes with gaping holes, and messy hair. He looked more like a beggar than anything else.

He didn’t seem to see her either. Jabbing a thick finger at Cen Han’s forehead, he barked,

“Cen Han, I found a few crates of low-grade nutrient fluid at the junkyard this morning, and now they’re gone. Did you steal them?”

Qian Yuan frowned.

…That gesture was so rude.

Cen Han’s fingers twitched slightly. He raised his eyes and said in a low voice, “I didn’t.”

It was the first time Qian Yuan had heard him speak.

His voice wasn’t childlike or cute at all—it was deep and adult, which clashed strangely with his chibi appearance.

“Didn’t?” The man sneered, teeth grinding. “One of my boys saw you hanging around the junkyard this morning. You must’ve had your eye on my stuff then!”

As he spoke, he shoved Cen Han’s wheelchair hard.

The wheels spun out of control, slamming against the wall with a dull thud. The boy’s body jolted. His voice grew colder: “I said I didn’t—”

“Then what’s this?!”

The man tore open the cardboard boxes stacked by the stove and held up a bottle filled with strange green liquid. He roared, “You dare steal from me?!”

“That’s mine.”

Through clenched teeth, Cen Han said each word: “The day before yesterday, I bought it at the convenience store—”

The man barked a laugh like he’d heard the most absurd joke. “Bought it? You cripple, who’d sell anything to you?”

Cen Han fell silent.

The diary window, still open, updated in real time.

【November 3rd, 12:30 PM】
【Cen Han was slandered.】
【Cen Han is furious.】
【Cen Han refuses to speak. He won’t reveal who sold it to him.】

Reading the lines, Qian Yuan’s eyes darted between the two, her dumpling face scrunching up.

If she guessed right, this was a scripted event—designed to raise affection.

It was only a game, but seeing that nasty brute berate Cen Han, while Cen Han sat in silence, lips pressed thin, Qian Yuan bit her lip.

…The scene dredged up some unpleasant memories of her own.

The man gripped the nutrient bottle tighter, ranting and cursing with no end, spitting out every insult imaginable. Qian Yuan could only listen. In the chibi boy’s black, round eyes, it was as if a spark had lit.

In reality, she’d been powerless before. But here—in the game—she could do whatever she wanted.

Past and present overlapped. She surged forward, little fists clenched, and brought them down squarely on the man’s head.

“Duang!”

Like a hammer striking a whack-a-mole target. The man didn’t even notice.

Qian Yuan: “…”

This game was bizarre. Before unlocking interaction, she could touch anything and anyone in the game world—but nothing could touch her. She could push the wheelchair, but when the man shoved it, it passed right through her instead of crushing her against the wall.

Was that a bug? Or just player protection?

No time to dwell on it. Her eyes caught the man still holding the nutrient bottle. An idea struck. She lunged forward, twisting the cap open.

“Pssht—”

A sharp hiss. The liquid sprayed out like a jet, soaking the man’s head.

“Fuck—!”

The low-grade nutrient fluid worked like an even harsher hair dye. It clung to his messy mop, dripping everywhere, leaving him a dripping green mess.

He swore, grabbing a rag to wipe his head. But it was the same rag Qian Yuan had used earlier to clean the dust. Still filthy, it exploded in a cloud of grime, making him sneeze repeatedly.

Qian Yuan heard Cen Han give a short laugh.

She couldn’t help but smile too, a knot in her chest loosening slightly.

“What are you laughing at, cripple!”

Shamed by his ridiculous state, the man’s face twisted in rage. His eyes bulged, ready to beat Cen Han.

Qian Yuan’s heart leapt. She frantically searched for something to use as a weapon.

But Cen Han’s voice cut through, calm and cool.

“You’re applying for a new job, aren’t you? Yelling at me won’t matter. But if you hit me, that’ll be different.”

The man panted, nostrils flaring. Qian Yuan clutched the desk clock, watching him carefully.

He did seem to hesitate. With one last curse, he shouldered the boxes and stomped away, slamming a foot into Cen Han’s wheelchair as he left.

The chair tipped sharply. Qian Yuan instinctively reached to steady it, but Cen Han caught himself on the desk.

The room grew quiet again.

Qian Yuan turned to him.

The faint smile from earlier was gone. His face was blank, eyes fixed ahead.

After a long pause, he rubbed his eyes and buried his face in his hands.

【Cen Han is confused.】
【Cen Han sinks into depression again.】
【Cen Han doesn’t want to live anymore.】

Qian Yuan’s hands shook.

…What kind of storyline was this?!

She stared in disbelief. Cen Han lowered his hands, eyes staring into empty space, his voice low.

“Who are you?”

He said it casually, like an ordinary question. But the diary updates went wild.

【Cen Han is deeply depressed.】
【Cen Han falls into despair.】

—What was happening?

Had she made the wrong choice?

Though he couldn’t hear her, Qian Yuan watched his beautiful eyes turn red, rubbing at them stubbornly, on the verge of tears.

Before she could think of a fix, Cen Han lowered his head, stuffed the book into the pouch on his wheelchair, and rolled out of the room.

Qian Yuan, near despair herself, tried to follow—but bounced off an invisible barrier.

【Cen Han is heading to the academy. Requires 20 stamina points. Your stamina is insufficient~】

…Oh.

So he was going to school.

Qian Yuan let out a shaky breath.

Alone in the little room, she sat on the bed.

More muddy tracks stained the floor—the wheelchair marks, she realized. On the other side, green splatters from the nutrient fluid were still sticky—that part was her doing.

She checked the quest.

【Current Comfort: 40/100】

Her progress had fallen back.

After that heavy scene, she didn’t feel like cleaning anymore. Sitting at the bed’s foot, she replayed the man’s words in her mind.

Cen Han’s life was terrible.
He was truly disabled.
His status was precarious.
And that brute said no one would sell him anything.

…And he had stolen Cen Han’s only food.

Qian Yuan seethed.

She’d only meant to play casually. But after seeing this, her heart ached for him.

Nutrient fluid—if she remembered right, in this interstellar setting, it was people’s daily food.

Cen Han lived in a tiny, shabby room, wearing faded clothes. He clearly had little money.

With his food taken, what would he eat now?

Her mood sank, until a thought struck.

She looked at her stubby little legs.

This was a game. Money could solve everything.

Her fingers twisted the quilt nervously.

She herself was broke—yet here she was, worrying about feeding a game character.

Still—

“Games always have first-time top-up bonuses…”

Her eyes lit up. She muttered as she opened the menu.

【Recharge Rewards】 sat quietly on the list.

First-time purchases were usually the best deal. Cheap, with big bonuses. If it was only a small amount, she could manage.

She tapped the bundle and found it.

【First-time Bundle: Recharge 10 Energy Stones to receive a deluxe starter pack~】

…10.

That wasn’t much. Ten yuan, she could handle. Relieved, she smiled faintly, finger hovering to buy—then froze.

Slowly, she pulled back. Her chibi avatar rubbed its eyes with a fist.

She blinked, rubbed her eyes again, then looked once more.

Qian Yuan: “…”

The price for 10 Energy Stones—the so-called starter bundle—was 100 RMB.

Oh, god.

Qian Yuan was utterly shocked.

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