Back then, he indeed lived a miserable existence.
Because of a car accident, he was paralyzed from the waist down.
Every day, I would bathe and massage him, sometimes even cleaning up unavoidable messes.
His pale face would always flush red with shame, and he wouldn't dare to look up at me.
I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the private room.
Jorge noticed the reactions of the people around him.
He followed their gaze and turned to look at me.
I walked up to him and only slightly bowed my head.
The woman beside him hastily got up and ran out.
"How did you come here?"
Jorge didn't look at me anymore, reaching for a glass of wine.
I said, "Jorge, let's break up."
Jorge paused in drinking his wine. "Don't joke."
"I'm not joking, and I'm not crazy." I smiled. "These past few years, watching you rise higher and higher, I've been happy for you, but my abilities are limited, and I can't accompany you any further.
Jorge, you deserve better."
Jorge drank his wine nonchalantly. "Did you hear what I said earlier? Are you angry?"
"You know, I was just talking. You've been with me for ten years, and I'll never abandon you.
Enough, I have things to discuss with them. Go back home first."
Indeed, seeing me makes him feel nauseated.
He can't bear to look at me for even a second longer.
He doesn't care whether I actually heard what he said or if I'm angry.
He's certain that I won't leave him.
After all, my family background is ordinary, and he's now in a prominent position, something someone like me could never reach.
I restrained my emotions. "By tomorrow, I'll move out of the apartment. You don't need to give me any compensation. We'll part ways amicably."
Having said that, I didn't pay them any more attention and turned to walk out.
"Jorge, aren't you going after her?"
"She really left!"
"No" Jorge was unafraid. "She's just saying that. Where could she go? She just wants me to care about her a little more.
Right now... I can't grovel to please her."
It's already late autumn, and standing outside the building, I felt the cold wind on my face, but my mind was unusually clear.
"System, I want to go home."
Three seconds later, a familiar mechanical voice sounded in my mind.
"Host, after checking, your points are insufficient to open a temporal tunnel."
I was stunned.
Yes, I've used up all my points.
How did I use them?
I spent them all six years ago, giving Jorge a miracle.
I am a guide.
And Jorge is my target.
The first time I met him, I once considered abandoning the mission because he was gloomy and obsessive, sitting in his wheelchair and letting his pants become dirty while forcefully rejecting everyone's approach.
Like a wounded little animal.
I pitied him and felt sorry for him, so I deliberately got closer and patiently courted him.
I stayed by his side for ten years.
I pried open the hard shell he used to protect himself and forcefully entered his life.
I made him get used to my presence, and gradually, I became indispensable to him.
But over these ten years, genuine feelings did seep in.
I also developed a nearly affectionate feeling toward this pitiable and insecure boy.
So when the system congratulated me on succeeding in my mission, I strangely decided not to immediately leave the mission world.
At that time, Jorge was still a sensitive and fragile teenager.
He clumsily made a ring for me and put it on my finger with a red face.
He said that his greatest wish was to grow old with Monica.
But I knew that his greatest wish was to stand up again.
The car accident in his childhood had shut him off from the world.
It took me ten years to get him to open up to me, making my mission no longer pure.
I used the points earned from completing my mission to exchange for something from the system.
It was a healthy and intact body.
I still remember that morning when Jorge walked carefully on the carpet, tears falling drop by drop.
He held me and cried for a long time.
He said it was the second great miracle bestowed upon him by heaven.
I was the first.
……
Jorge began to display his talents and exceptional business acumen.
This healthy body allowed him to finally shine, making him stand out in a crowd.
I can't remember exactly when he started to change.
I just remember a morning when I smelled a perfume on his suit that didn't belong to our home.
I asked him calmly, and impatience appeared on his face.
"It was just necessary socializing. Don't be unreasonable."
My inquiry was labeled as unreasonable.
He spent more and more time socializing outside, becoming increasingly smooth and polished.
I gradually forgot the way he used to blush and shy away at my words.
I also forgot the insecure and gloomy disabled teenager he once was.
