The person who got out of the car was indeed Shen Xingmian. His face was cold and he was dressed in a black wedding robe, without a trace of human warmth.

Nanzhi felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw him like this.

She ran towards the person, "Shen Xingmian, what are you doing at the orphanage?"

Nan Zhi shouted excitedly, but Shen Xingmian walked past her as if she hadn't heard her.

Nanzhi: "..."

She hurriedly caught up with him, saying excitedly, "Shen Xingmian, why are you ignoring me?"

Seeing that the man just kept walking forward, Nanzhi angrily grabbed his clothes.

But they found nothing.

Nanzhi: "..."

What's going on?

Others can't see you.

After a long silence, MeowMeowMachine finally spoke up with an explanation.

Nan Zhi's eyes widened. "Meow, am I dead? But why is Shen Xingmian at the orphanage?"

The Meow Machine did not respond to her.

Nan Zhi gradually calmed down. In any case, as long as she could see Shen Xingmian, it was as if heaven had given her a chance.

As Shen Xingmian approached the orphanage, a group of children stood in the courtyard, and the director bowed and scraped to Shen Xingmian.

Nan Zhi stood aside, quietly waiting for Shen Xingmian's next move.

He looked at the boy in the corner, pointed at him, and asked in a cool voice, "What's his name?"

The dean glanced at the child and said, "His name is Ali. This child is a bit withdrawn and is already seven years old. Mr. Shen, would you like to take a look at some other children?"

Shen Xingmian glanced at her indifferently and walked directly towards Ali.

She stopped in front of the boy and asked:

"From now on, I will be your father, and your name will be Shen Sinan."

The boy stared quietly at Shen Xingmian, not afraid, but rather with a hint of curiosity. He glanced at the other children, who were all looking at him with envy. Ali nodded heavily.

Leaving the orphanage is every child's wish, and he was no exception. Although this man looked cold, he should be a good person.

Nan Zhi tilted her head in confusion, looking at Shen Xingmian's behavior, not understanding his meaning for a moment.

At this moment, Nan Zhi looked at Shen Xingmian and felt that something was different.

Shen Sinan was taken back to the Shen residence by Shen Xingmian, and Nanzhi followed behind him the whole time.

Upon returning home, Old Shen saw the child and spoke with a stern expression:

"Xingmian, what are you doing?"

Shen Xingmian glanced at her grandfather and answered expressionlessly:

"Sinan will be your great-grandson from now on. I will not get married or have children, so please don't worry about me, Grandpa."

Old Shen's beard trembled with anger, but he was helpless against Shen Xingmian.

He sighed:

"The person is already dead, what's the point of you doing this?"

Shen Xingmian pursed her lips slightly, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes. Without saying a word, she took Shen Sinan upstairs.

Seeing him like this, Nanzhi felt a pang of pain and bitterness in her heart. What on earth was going on?

Grandpa looks quite young. Could this be another world?

A thought suddenly flashed through Nan Zhi's mind: the book she originally wrote, Nan Zhi died very young.

Thinking about this possibility, Nanzhi didn't know how to feel.

So, did Shen Xingmian in the book really like the original owner of this body?

Nanzhi suppressed her anger and followed.

Shen Xingmian escorted Shen Sinan to the room that had been prepared beforehand.

Before leaving, he said something:

"Come with me to see your mother tomorrow."

Shen Sinan gave a low "hmm," and Shen Xingmian turned and left.

Nan Zhi silently followed beside Shen Xingmian. His lonely figure seemed lifeless, which was heartbreaking.

The next morning, Shen Xingmian took Shen Sinan and left the Shen residence.

Nanzhi followed him and discovered that he was heading in the direction of the cemetery.

On a mountain in the suburbs, looking at the familiar photos and dates on the tombstones, Nanzhi confirmed her previous thoughts.

It refers to the period around the time when Nanzhi died in the original novel.

"Sinan, this is your mother. You should visit her often in the future."

Shen Si Nan nodded as if he understood, "I understand, Father."

Shen Xingmian looked at the woman in the photo, her expression remaining unchanged, as if she were looking at something through the photo.

Nan Zhi couldn't understand either. She couldn't understand why Shen Xingmian could have such thoughts about the original owner of the body, since they had never met.

No one could answer these questions for Nam Gyi.

As time passed, Nan Zhi drifted around like a wandering ghost, but she always stayed by Shen Xingmian's side.

Shen Xingmian worked day and night, like a machine that never got tired.

Nanzhi nagged him countless times:

"Shen Xingmian, you should rest."

"Shen Xingmian, it's time to eat."

“Shen Xingmian, you need to take medicine when you're sick. You can't tough it out.”

...

Countless words of concern were offered to her, but no one responded. Shen Xingmian's complexion grew worse and worse, and she also developed many health problems.

But this man seemed to be deliberately squandering his health, ignoring Old Shen's advice. Even little Shen Sinan, who knew to care for her father, tried many times to dissuade him from taking care of his health.

As Shen Si Nan grew up day by day, in just two years, Shen Xing Mian changed a lot, to the point that Nan Zhi dared not compare him with the Shen Xing Mian of the past.

Is this still the same spirited Shen Xingmian?

The day Shen Xingmian died was peaceful. He fell asleep in his bedroom and never woke up again.

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