Don't Give Up, My Comrade

The low sobs from the blanket beside continued. However, this time, Ye Jian didn't ask Xu Wen what was wrong. She didn't ask if Xu Wen needed a set of warm clothes either. She just closed her eyes and waited for Xu Wen to finish crying.

Xu Wen was used to being taken care of. She was used to people taking the initiative to help her when something happened. In the end, it became a terrifying habit. It obliterated her sense of responsibility and the responsibility she should have.

Listening to her cries, Ye Jian wondered if she had helped her too much. The more Ye Jian helped her, the worse Xu Wen got.

She thought about it and found the problem. Gradually, Ye Jian realized that the problem was with herself.

She could help Xu Wen, but she couldn't help her like how she helped her classmates in senior high.