My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 107: Yucai Middle School 8

After all, this was a life she had fought to save—even if it meant breaking down the door. Enduring the stench that lingered in the air, Wan Qian stepped forward and crouched down in front of the girl.

"Little sister, I'm just glad you're all right. Did something happen? Tell me about it—maybe I can help."

The girl didn't move. Not a sound escaped her.

Wan Qian knew that when dealing with someone in such a fragile mental state, the most important thing was sincerity—offering genuine warmth to give the other person a sense of safety.

So she decided to open up first.

"My name is Wan Qian. I'm the owner of Dark Farm, here at the school on business. You look like you're having a hard time. If you're facing any difficulties, you can tell me. If there's any way I can help, I surely will."

She waited quietly for a reaction. But the girl remained hunched, head lowered, wordless.

Wan Qian's eyes traveled over her again—her torn clothes, the tangled hair. She sighed. This girl clearly didn't come from a well-off family.

And then there was her skin. Under the sharp beam of the phone's light, it appeared even darker, as though diseased. Wan Qian sighed again.

Perhaps it was all of these things together—poverty, illness, despair—that had broken her, driven her to hide here and cry.

"Are you an intern here at the school? If you're really strapped for money, why not consider coming to work at our farm?" Wan Qian said carefully.

Wan Qian swore to herself she had absolutely no intention of stealing staff from the school.

It was just that the girl before her looked so pitiful, not even owning a single clean, decent set of clothes. Compassion had simply stirred in her heart. After all, the farm even provided uniforms for its employees.

This time, the girl wasn't completely unresponsive. Her body jolted violently, and she suddenly lifted her face toward Wan Qian.

At the same time, above, the monstrous "eye" opened once more. The blood-sea at its center churned, surging downward toward her with terrifying speed.

As her eyes met the girl's face, Wan Qian's whole body jolted. The girl—she had a face without eyes!

"Ah... it's alright. Don't worry. Even with your... situation, I can still arrange work for you."

A deep sympathy showed on Wan Qian's face.

What a pitiful girl this was! Not only born into poverty, but also stricken with a rare skin disease—and on top of that, she had been born without eyes.

Confronted with such misery, Wan Qian's desire to help her only grew stronger.

She could more or less guess how difficult it must be for someone like this—disabled and ill—to find work, but also manage to hold onto it.

Wan Qian felt truly sorry for her. Sorry that she had been born without eyes, sorry that she suffered from a skin disease, and sorry that after her mental breakdown, she could only cry alone in the narrow, dark restroom.

Wan Qian sighed and said, "I sincerely invite you to come work at the farm. If things aren't going well for you here at this school, why not give it a try and come with me?"

She knew that if she really did bring this girl back as an employee, the butler would most likely think she was just being softhearted again.

After all, before she came here, when the butler learned she planned to send Xiaosong to Yucai Middle School, he had worn a complicated expression and tactfully tried to dissuade her, hinting that maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

What had Wan Qian said in response? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Our farm is so poor. If we want to keep workers and have them work willingly and wholeheartedly, we have to use some special measures!"

Without offering benefits like arranging school enrollment for employees' children, how could she expect workers to willingly stay at their rundown, struggling farm?

Though Wan Qian's words sounded righteous, she hadn't missed the complicated expressions that crossed the butler's and the three department heads' faces as she spoke.

She knew they had seen through her real concern—the problem of rural left-behind children's education.

Well, let them think she was softhearted. She couldn't just ignore the pitiful girl in the restroom, could she?

After all, the farm had already accepted someone like Liu Fu, a deformed man with two heads. Taking in a blind worker shouldn't be a problem either.

The girl, for reasons Wan Qian couldn't tell—whether shocked by her words or something else—lifted her eyeless face and stared blankly at Wan Qian.

Even the huge "eye" hovering above her head froze in midair.

Wan Qian felt even sorrier for the girl. Perhaps no company had ever been willing to accept her before.

She reached out her hand toward the girl and whispered, "If you're willing, you can take my hand."

The giant eye above watched her, and the boiling sea of blood within it calmed a little, as though pondering something.

Wan Qian waited a few seconds, but the girl didn't raise her hand. Suddenly, she realized—of course, the girl had no eyes. She couldn't even see where Wan Qian's hand was, so how could she take it?

So Wan Qian simply took the initiative, reaching out and grasping the girl's hand. The touch of her skin was icy cold, sending an involuntary shiver through Wan Qian.

Sigh. Who knew how long this girl had been squatting here alone? Her hands were frozen stiff.

"Don't worry. The treatment at our farm is very good. And your colleagues will all be kind and honest people who will never discriminate against you. Others with conditions similar to yours have already found suitable roles at the farm, realizing their own value. As long as you're willing, the doors of Dark Farm will always be open to you."

"Dark... Farm..."

At last, the girl parted her lips. From her throat came four words, squeezed out with strange gurgling sounds, like bubbles rising from the depths of water and bursting on the surface.

"Can... I... really... do... that—?"

Hearing the girl's question, Wan Qian could sense her inner unease. If her heart weren't filled with doubt and insecurity, how could each word have been spoken so haltingly, with such difficulty?

"Of course you can! I don't know how the outside world sees you, but to me—you are remarkable."

Kind words warm the heart in winter; harsh words can chill even in summer.

Wan Qian, well-versed in the art of gentle encouragement, began to pour out her own brand of soul-soothing comfort:

"No one is born perfect. It's precisely these imperfections that make us unique individuals.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul—but I can feel that you carry a radiant heart within you, one that shines like a vessel filled with starlight, glowing with an irresistible brilliance.

So don't think it's a big deal. Sometimes, when we feel with our hearts instead of our eyes, we can receive feedback that is purer and more genuine."

As she spoke, Wan Qian tightened her grip on the girl's hand, interlacing their fingers, using the warmth of her own body to dispel the icy chill of the girl's palm.

"For example—right now. Can you feel my genuine heart?"