Even after that day, Mei Ling refused to fully believe Liang Wei.
"It was probably just coincidence," she said, her usual bright smile faltering.
Liang Wei didn't argue. He simply nodded, letting it drop.
Days passed.
A week later, Liang Wei saw Mei Ling again, her face bright red, her posture awkward, and her steps hesitant. She approached him slowly, clearly embarrassed.
"…I tried everything," she whispered. "More water… fruit… fiber… even medicine. Nothing worked."
"How long?" Liang Wei asked quietly.
"One week," she admitted, looking down, ashamed.
"I didn't want to come to you again," she said. "I thought last time was just coincidence…"
Her cheeks burned as she met his eyes. "…But now… I really don't know what else to do."
Liang Wei's chest tightened as he saw her helplessness.
"Do you trust me?" he asked again.
She nodded immediately. "Yes."
"Then go home and sit in the bathroom."
Still hesitant, she went inside. Liang Wei pictured her face clearly and focused.
Now.
Relief came instantly. Mei Ling gasped in surprise, unable to believe it.
She rushed outside moments later, still stunned. "You did it again! How… how is this possible?"
Liang Wei shrugged faintly.
From that day onward, Mei Ling began quietly relying on Liang Wei. Every time she had the same problem, she would come to him. And every time, he solved it.
For Liang Wei, it wasn't just about the power—it was the feeling he had never experienced before: someone truly needing him.
For the first time,
he felt… important.