75: Chapter 75 Is this fate? Is this destiny?

The ward was terrifyingly quiet, with only the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor.

Zhao Cheng lay in the hospital bed, his chest heaving violently, his cloudy, aged eyes fixed intently on the ceiling.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, yet no sound came out.

Although Su Yun had spoken eloquently about boundless love and the continuation of life...

...for an old father on the verge of death, he understood the logic, but the hurdle in his heart remained insurmountable.

Without seeing her and without hearing that 'Dad,' he simply couldn't find peace.

The atmosphere in the livestream was suffocating.

The screen, which had just been filled with 'teary eyes' and candle emojis, had fallen silent, and over two million people watched this pitiful old man in silence.

Just then, a connection request suddenly popped up in Su Yun's backend.

The ID was simple, four characters: 'Living Towards the Sun'.

The note read: 'Master Su, please connect me. I have something I must show Grandpa Zhao.'

Su Yun raised an eyebrow. 'Trying to join in the fun at a time like this?'

He initially intended to decline, as Zhao Cheng's current condition couldn't withstand any disturbance.

But just as he hovered his finger over the 'Decline' button, the system panel suddenly flashed.

[Key karmic figure detected! Suggest immediate connection!]

The system's prompt stunned Su Yun. A 'karmic figure'? Could it be...

Before the thought could fully form, his hand moved faster than his brain, and he clicked 'Accept'.

The screen split, and the face of a young girl appeared on the right. Based on the background, she seemed to be in a university dormitory.

The girl was quite delicate, but her eyes were red and swollen; she had clearly been crying.

'Hello, Master Su. Hello, Grandpa Zhao.' Her voice was choked with sobs as she bowed deeply to the camera.

Su Yun didn't waste any time. 'Who are you? What is this about?'

The girl wiped away her tears. Without a word, she leaned her face closer to the camera.

'Grandpa Zhao, please look at my eyes.' As she spoke, she covered half her face with one hand, leaving only those large, bright, watery eyes visible.

They were stunningly beautiful eyes—clear, bright, with distinct irises and whites, like two pearls of black mercury set in white mercury.

But what mattered most was the gaze.

In that instant, Zhao Cheng, who had been on the verge of slipping into a coma, jolted as if struck by lightning.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the eyes on the screen.

These were the eyes he had watched for over twenty years! These were the eyes Minmin had when she was a child, acting spoiled and begging for candy! These were the eyes Minmin had when she smiled at him after getting into university!

'Min... Minmin?' Zhao Cheng tremblingly reached out a withered hand, trying to touch the screen. But lacking the strength, he could only claw at the air.

The girl's tears streamed down her face. 'Grandpa Zhao, my name is Lin Xiaoxiao.'

'Twenty years ago, when I was five, a high fever destroyed my corneas. I was destined to be blind for the rest of my life.'

'It was your daughter who gave me the gift of sight.' 'These eyes... they belonged to Sister Minmin.'

Boom! The livestream exploded. The suffocating tension from moments ago shattered, replaced by an eruption of emotion.

What kind of god-tier plot twist is this? Even novels wouldn't dare to write this!

'Holy crap! I have goosebumps!' 'Is this fate? Is this heaven's will?' 'I want to cry. I'm a grown man, but I really can't hold it back anymore.'

On the hospital bed, Zhao Cheng's tears had already soaked his pillow. But his expression was no longer one of pain and despair. He smiled.

A smile, pure as a child's, bloomed on his wrinkled face.

He saw it. He really saw it. Those were Minmin's eyes, still watching the world, still watching him—this pathetic old man.

That was enough. That was more than enough.

'Good... good.' Zhao Cheng mustered all his remaining strength to squeeze out the two words.

His hand finally made contact with the phone screen, his fingertips gently brushing over the girl's eyes, just as he would have wiped away the tears of his daughter when she felt wronged as a child.

'Minmin, don't cry.' 'Dad doesn't blame you anymore.' 'Dad... is coming to find you.'

As the last word fell, Zhao Cheng's hand slipped away powerlessly. Yet, the smile on his face remained frozen in that moment.

Beep!!! On the heart monitor beside him, the green waveform, which had been flickering weakly, pulled into a flat, straight line. A piercing, continuous tone filled the ward.

On the other end of the screen, Lin Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably. In the livestream, over two million people didn't post a single comment.

The screen was flooded with gift effects, appearing as if they were free. Not the flashy sports cars or airplanes, but an endless sea of candles and prayer lamps. Two million netizens were bidding farewell to a father.

Su Yun sat in his chair, feeling a sting in his nose. He wasn't one to be easily moved; after all, in his line of work, he had seen too much life and death. But today's events were truly tear-jerking.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to the screen. 'Rest in peace, Zhao Cheng.' 'May you be able to eat the fennel and pork dumplings Minmin made for you on the other side.'

With that, he didn't look at the comments or offer any closing remarks. He simply cut the stream. The screen went black, but the shock and emotion lingered for a long time.

Even with the screen black, over two million people remained in the livestream. Everyone was posting 'Rest in peace,' as if holding a grand online farewell ceremony.

... 'Whew!' Su Yun slumped into his chair, feeling as if every bone in his body was about to fall apart.

Between catching tomb raiders, identifying a perverted roommate, and ending with such a moving father-daughter reunion, this entire night had been exhausting. The intensity of this work was more draining than hauling bricks at a construction site.

'System, settlement!' he shouted in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden task: Reconciliation of Life and Death!] [This livestream successfully resolved a twenty-year-old knot between the deceased and the living, and promoted the spirit of selfless love to two million people. Your merit is boundless!] [Special Reward: 200 merit points!]

Su Yun's eyes lit up. 200 points! That was a huge fortune! Catching a murderer usually only netted a hundred or so. It seemed positive energy really was the most valuable thing these days.

He quickly pulled up the panel to check. [Current Host merit points Balance: 1500 points]

Looking at the number, Su Yun's fatigue vanished into thin air. Awesome! With this windfall, his life was secure for at least the next few months.

However, besides merit points, he had to settle his financial accounts for the day. He picked up his phone to check his earnings. After platform deductions and taxes, the gifts he'd received that night amounted to over a million!

Su Yun stared at the figure, feeling completely unmoved—he even wanted to laugh. This money was too hot to handle. In his line of work, karma was paramount. Especially money earned from fortune-telling; it was obtained by leaking heaven's secrets. If he kept it all for himself, who knew when retribution might strike.

'Sigh, I'm just destined to be poor,' Su Yun muttered. While complaining, he skillfully opened the donation pages for several charities, his actions fluid and without a hint of hesitation.

Ten minutes later, his balance was down to just over a hundred thousand. Su Yun tossed his phone onto the table, pulled a pack of spicy strips from his drawer, tore it open, and took a hearty bite.

'But these merit points are the real deal.' '1,500 points...' Su Yun chewed on the spicy strips, his gaze drifting toward the system mall icon. It was like someone who'd just received their paycheck, passing by a shopping mall and wanting to browse. Before, he'd been too poor, only able to drool at the items in the shop. Now, he was a man of means! 'System, open the mall!'