“So, should I apologize to you instead?”

Xu Musen had never met a girl who thought like this before.

Every word she spoke made sense, yet every word also struck straight at his heart.

“No need for that. Thanks to you failing your confessions so many times, I managed to collect a whole bunch of flowers.”

“…”

The girl’s sincere and innocent tone made Xu Musen feel an odd ache in his chest.

Beside him, He Qiang couldn’t hold back his laughter. He had always thought his buddy was immune to Yao Mingyue’s sharp tongue, but when it came to pure, unfiltered naivety—he was utterly defenseless.

You finally met your match, huh?

The girl lifted her warm, clear eyes and glanced at Xu Musen, who seemed at a loss for words. Then, from the bundle of roses in her arms, she plucked one out and held it up to him.

“You’re a good person. My grandma always told me to repay kindness. Thanks to your flowers, I can finally earn some pocket money. So, if you ever need help… I’ll have your back!”

She seemed to carefully consider her wording before she spoke, as if choosing the most imposing way to say it.

But with her slightly unfocused gaze and the innocent look on her face, the classic gangster-movie line ended up sounding strangely adorable.

Xu Musen glanced at her wheelchair, then, after a brief pause, smiled and accepted the flower.

“Then I’ll thank you in advance.”

The girl nodded, then turned her wheelchair and left.

Xu Musen looked at the rose in his hand, amused at how it had somehow ended up back with him.

Not only that—he had just received a classic “good person card.” But strangely, this time, he didn’t mind it at all.

Besides, getting a flower right after his rebirth… that had to be a good sign, right?

“…I forgot to ask her name.”

“Wait, don’t tell me you actually like her?” He Qiang teased, leaning in closer. He also glanced at the girl’s retreating figure and suddenly frowned.

“Huh… she looks kinda familiar. I feel like I’ve seen her around school before…”

“Oh, please. Every time you see a pretty girl, you think you’ve seen her before.” Xu Musen rolled his eyes.

“Get lost. No matter how pretty a girl is, she can’t compete with the thrill of reeling in a big fish. But still, she’s really cute. It’s just a pity…”

He Qiang trailed off as he watched her wheelchair disappear into the crowd, shaking his head regretfully.

Xu Musen, however, was staring at the rose in his hand. Only now did he notice that each one was wrapped in decorative paper—each adorned with a hand-drawn little cat.

He took a closer look.

The design was simple, just a few strokes of paint, but incredibly detailed—even the whiskers and soft fur were vividly brought to life.

It had a unique charm.

The kind of charm that was instantly pleasing to the eye.

And suddenly, a thought struck him.

In his past life, he had learned that in casual mobile games, two elements mattered the most: sound effects and visual design.

A cute, appealing art style could make people want to play a game instantly—just like spotting an adorable cat on the street and feeling the irresistible urge to pet it.

And people were always willing to pay for good art.

Just look at a certain open-world game from his past life.

They could slap a simple character design onto a disposable paper cup and sell it for outrageous prices.

One collaboration event was enough to make players shamelessly shout embarrassing catchphrases in public.

No wonder people always joked that “the otaku market is the easiest to milk.”

A solid art style was crucial, but hiring a skilled artist?

That was expensive.

And right now, Xu Musen didn’t have that kind of money.

But looking at the hand-drawn cat on the flower wrapping, his eyes suddenly gleamed with excitement.

“Qiangzi! Where’s that girl? Help me find her!”

He Qiang nearly jumped at his sudden outburst. “What the hell, man? Are you seriously going after her now? Over one bouquet of roses?”

“This is important! No time to explain—just split up and start looking!”

Without another word, Xu Musen rushed into the crowd to search.

—

Meanwhile, the girl was still weaving through the crowd, selling her roses.

Then, a tall figure in a lavender dress appeared before her.

Sharp, phoenix-shaped eyes swept over her, filled with a complex and piercing light.

Then, those eyes landed on the bouquet in the girl’s lap—and instantly turned cold.

“Do you want a flower?”

Oblivious to the change in atmosphere, the girl simply held up a rose. Her voice was as clear and pure as ever.

She lifted her head, her bright, innocent eyes peeking through slightly messy bangs. Even Yao Mingyue found herself subconsciously softening for a moment.

“Where did you get these flowers?”

The girl looked a little guilty, as if she had been caught red-handed. “They’re fresh, I promise! Just picked in the last day or two…“

Yao Mingyue studied her carefully. Then, her gaze sharpened.

“That boy you were just talking to—do you know him?”

The wheelchair girl thought about Xu Musen. She nodded, then hesitated and shook her head.

Seeing her reaction, Yao Mingyue’s wariness faded slightly.

She had spoken with her best friend recently.

Her friend had warned her: “If a guy suddenly loses interest in you, there’s an 80% chance he’s met someone new.”

Yao Mingyue had considered this possibility.

But she also had her own pride.

If someone wanted to take her man, they had better be prepared for a real fight.

She looked into the girl’s clear eyes and fell silent for a moment. Then, she reached into her purse and pulled out a red banknote.

“I’ll take all the flowers.”

These flowers were meant for her.

She could do whatever she wanted with them.

But she wouldn’t let them end up in someone else’s hands.

A hundred yuan was more than enough for a whole bouquet.

Yet the wheelchair girl shook her head.

“Not enough?” Yao Mingyue frowned slightly.

“No, it’s too much.”

The girl glanced down at her remaining roses. “Fifty is fine.”

“I don’t have smaller bills. Just take it.”

Yao Mingyue shoved the money into her hands, scooped up the bouquet, and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

A small hand tugged at her sleeve.

The girl carefully dug into a neatly sewn little pouch, pulling out a handful of change.

Some were crisp and new, some worn with use. She meticulously counted out two twenty-yuan bills, a five, and five coins.

“Fair is fair. My grandma said we shouldn’t take advantage of others.”

Her tone was earnest as she held out the money.

“Thank you for your business. You’re a good person.”

She handed over the change, then tucked her pouch away and rolled off with a satisfied hum.

Yao Mingyue stared at the coins in her palm, momentarily lost in thought.

“You’re a good person…”

She had never cared about what others thought of her.

She only cared about the outcome.

What’s mine—stays mine.

With that thought, she turned and walked away.

Elsewhere, Xu Musen and He Qiang continued their search, but to no avail.

At the plaza’s side exit, the girl happily rolled her wheelchair forward, humming softly.

Just then, a black car pulled up.

A woman stepped out, smiling gently as she waved.

“Nuan Nuan…”