Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 52: Purification Points!

The next morning.

It's still raining.

When Wenjing woke up, she found the seat next to her empty.

Wen Shu's bed was made spotless, the sheets were neatly folded, and the pillows were put back in their places, as if no one had ever lived there.

Wenjing sat up and remained stunned for a long while.

They've left...

She yawned, got out of bed, and shuffled out in her slippers.

Out of habit, I picked up my phone, ready to send Ding Heng a good morning message and a selfie.

She paused for a moment as she passed the desk.

She shared that desk with Wen Shu, which was usually piled high with Wen Shu's textbooks, exercise books, and all sorts of odds and ends.

Now that Wenshu has put everything away, the desktop is much tidier with a large empty space.

Wenjing's gaze swept across the table.

I feel like something's missing.

She paused for two seconds, then suddenly realized what was happening.

Figurines.

Cardcaptor Sakura figurines.

Ding Heng's first gift to her!

It used to be placed in the upper right corner of my desk, but now it's gone.

Wenjing stared at the empty corner, filled with confusion.

Wen Shu took it?

wrong!

If Wenshu wanted to take it, she would definitely tell her.

that……

She turned around, walked quickly to her brother's door, and knocked.

"Knock knock knock".

There was no response inside, but I could vaguely hear the sound effects of a mobile game.

Wenjing increased the force and struck again!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"Who is it?!"

Wen Tao finally responded, expressing his impatience at having his game interrupted.

"I, your second sister, have something to ask you."

The door opened.

Wentao, wearing wrinkled pajamas and with messy hair, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Sis, what are you doing? I was trying to sleep."

Wenjing questioned, "Did you take my things?"

"What?"

"That figure, the Cardcaptor Sakura one."

Wen Tao paused for a second, then said "Oh" in a light tone.

"Oh, I gave that away."

Wenjing's pupils contracted slightly.

"Who did you give it to?"

"I gave it to Zixin! She's my classmate. It's her birthday, and I didn't have much to give her, so I gave her this. She really liked it and said she'll only hang out with me after school starts."

Wen Tao scratched his head, a smile on his face.

"Sis, you won't blame me, will you?"

That kind of smile was very familiar to Wenjing.

It was the unique smile of the youngest child in the family, the only boy, the "baby" cherished by the whole family.

He knew he wouldn't be blamed.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what he did, it always ended up as "He's still young," "Be lenient with him," or "Why are you arguing with your younger brother?"

So at this moment, Wentao looked at his second sister with a grin, without the slightest bit of shame in his eyes.

It's just a toy.

My second sister is so easygoing, she definitely won't hold it against him.

Wenjing clenched her fists, trembling through gritted teeth: "How could you just take my things and give them away like that?"

Wen Tao paused for a moment, blinked, as if he didn't understand what she was saying.

"It's just a toy, sis, you're a grown woman—"

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

Wen Tao's face turned to one side, and he staggered back two steps before falling to the ground with a thud.

He covered his face, stunned.

Wenjing stood still, her hand still in the swinging motion, trembling slightly.

She didn't know how she managed to slap him.

She has never hit anyone since she was a child.

When her parents argued, she would hide in her room; when her older sister cursed, she would listen with her head down; when her younger brother tried to take her things, she would silently step aside.

She was used to giving in.

I've gotten used to shrinking my boundaries to the minimum, to the point where no one can touch me.

But at this moment, her hands were still burning hot.

That figurine was the first gift Ding Heng gave her!

"Wow--!!!"

Wen Tao suddenly burst into tears.

"Mom!! My second sister hit me!!!"

Footsteps came from the master bedroom. Luo Guihua rushed out of the room in her pajamas and saw her son sitting on the floor crying. She hurriedly went over to comfort him.

"What's wrong? What happened?!"

"My second sister hit me!"

Wentao covered his face and cried loudly.

Luo Guihua squatted down to examine him closely, then turned around and said, "Wenjing, why did you hit your brother?!"

Wenjing stood still, without backing down: "He took my things without my permission and gave them away."

"What is it?"

"Figures".

"A figurine? You mean that little toy on your desk?"

Luo Guihua asked, puzzled, "It's just a toy, we can just buy another one! Your brother is young and doesn't understand, why are you arguing with him? And even hitting him?!"

Wenjing looked at her mother, her chest heaving.

She had heard these words far too many times.

He's young and doesn't understand things.

You should be more accommodating to him.

Why are you arguing with your brother?

In the past, she would have let it go, but this time, she chose to muster the courage to respond.

"No matter what the toy is, it's mine!"

"Okay, okay, your brother can apologize to you later, is it really necessary to hit someone? Look at how swollen your brother's face is—"

"This isn't something that can be resolved with an apology. He took it without asking; that's stealing, Mom, don't you understand?"

Her quiet voice trembled, but every word was clear.

"If she dares to take mine today, she'll dare to take something else tomorrow. You and Dad have spent so much money raising our son, are you trying to raise a thief?!"

"Who are you calling a thief!?"

Probably provoked by her daughter's words, Luo Guihua suddenly stood up and raised her hand.

"Smack."

A slap landed squarely on Wenjing's face.

Wenjing stumbled and bumped into the door frame behind her.

Luo Guihua's hand froze in mid-air, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Over the years, among her children, she has never hit her second daughter, Wenjing.

This girl has been obedient since she was a child and has never caused anyone any trouble.

They do whatever they're asked to do, never talk back, never make demands, and even proactively help with household chores...

But at this moment, her once incredibly docile daughter was staring intently at her.

There was no anger or resentment in his eyes.

There was only an emptiness that made Luo Guihua uneasy.

Like a thread connecting the mother and daughter, suddenly snapped!

"Wenjing, Mom, I..."

Luo Guihua spoke subconsciously.

But Wenjing didn't want to hear her explanation anymore, and turned around and rushed towards the door.

"Wenjing!!!"

Luo Guihua called from behind.

But Wenjing had already opened the door and rushed out.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway, one step, two steps, three steps, growing fainter and fainter.

"Wenjing—!!!"

Luo Guihua chased after him to the door and shouted downstairs.

The only response she received was the sound of relentless footsteps, which faded into the distance and were eventually swallowed up by the torrential rain.

…………

Ding Heng was lying in bed scrolling through his phone when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Ding-dong—ding-dong—ding-dong—"

Press very quickly.

He frowned, got up, and walked to the door.

"Who?"

There was no response from outside the door.

Only the sound of rapid breathing could be faintly heard through the door.

Ding Heng opened the door, and there was Wen Jing.

The girl was soaking wet, her bare feet were covered in mud, her hair was plastered to her face, and water droplets kept dripping down her hair.

Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

Ding Heng hadn't even had a chance to speak.

Wenjing suddenly rushed forward and crashed into his arms.

"Ding Heng... take me with you!"

Her voice was muffled in his chest, her fingers gripping his back so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"I...I'll agree to anything you want..."

Another flash of lightning appeared outside the window.

"Boom—!"

The moment the thunder roared, the girl's head pressed against Ding Heng's chin, her whole body trembling violently.

Like a little white rabbit soaked by the rain with nowhere to go, it could only desperately shrink into his arms, seeking that pitiful bit of warmth.

Ding Heng lowered his head, raised his hand, and gently rubbed her wet head.

a long time.

A suppressed, broken sob came from her arms, and the system interface quietly appeared in her mind.

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 100%

[Ding! Purification value exceeds 100%, beginner quest completed!]

[Rewards: Divine Merit +2000, Faith Attribute +5, Perception Attribute +5, Skill "True Sight" completes final evolution.]

Outside the window, the rain is still falling.

Thunder rumbled, and lightning occasionally illuminated the room.

Ding Heng held the girl in his arms, not paying attention to the written rewards.

Simply tighten your arms slightly...