When Wen Mo walked out of the classroom with a book in his arms, his face looked a little dazed.

She remembered the news she had just seen -

Because he was in a large class and did not receive the call from his elder brother, he chose to send her a text message and asked her to call back as soon as possible after class.

But.

Wen Mo left the noisy crowd and sat down on a bench under a secluded tree, but he did not call Chu Yan as he had asked.

She was thinking, or rather distressed.

So much so that the face that always seemed confident, experienced and relaxed became empty and confused.

"Researcher Wen, what are you thinking about?"

A joking voice was heard, and the person sat down beside her.

Wen Mo frowned at first, then relaxed slightly after turning his head to confirm the other person's identity:

"Senior."

Chen Zhisong couldn't help but laugh:

"We're in the same grade now! Why are you still calling me senior?"

Chen Zhisong was Wen Mo's senior in high school, and they both attended the same university.

Logically speaking, Chen Zhisong is several years older than Wen Mo.

However, because Wen Mo skipped grades repeatedly, the two of them became classmates since they started their doctoral studies.

In fact, Chen Zhisong is already a very outstanding genius in the eyes of ordinary people.

It’s just slightly inferior to Wen Mo.

But the two of them have a good relationship on weekdays.

Because they were from the same school, Chen Zhisong was one of the few friends Wen Mo could talk to at school.

But now, Wen Mo is still shocked by the text message.

She curled her lips, as if she was smiling, but also seemed a little dazed.

Chen Zhisong noticed something was wrong with her and misunderstood:

"Are you worried about where to go after graduation?"

Wen Mo didn't say anything.

Chen Zhisong mistakenly thought she agreed, shook his head and smiled:

"I never thought that even a genius like you, the 'Eastern Witch', would have troubles."

"'Eastern Witch'?"

Her classmates called her a genius behind her back, and Wen Mo knew this because she had grown up hearing such compliments.

But……

Eastern witch?

What kind of cheesy and weird name is this?

Chen Zhisong laughed exaggeratedly:

"What? You don't know? Didn't you experiment with our ancestors' traditional Chinese medicine before, convincing Leo and the others? After that, they nicknamed you 'Eastern Witch', saying that the way you boiled herbs was exactly like the legendary witch!"

Wen Mo didn't care at all. As proud as she was, she wouldn't mind such rumors:

"That would be great! I'll turn all those guys who belittle China into pigs."

Chen Zhisong laughed again.

Laughing and sighing:

"Hey, you're so nice that you even dared to turn down the Brown family's invitation. And there are so many top laboratories lining up to invite you to join, you can just pick any one. Unlike us ordinary people, we can only worry about who will want us!"

Wen Mo was silent for a few seconds before saying:

"Senior, weren't you busy with your thesis recently?"

Chen Zhisong lowered his head and sighed:

"He was shot again."

Wen Mo didn't know what to say.

Only to mention his own arrangements:

"I plan to return to my country to develop."

Chen Zhisong was extremely surprised:

"Has a research institute in China offered you a job?"

"Yes, I do."

But that’s not the main reason.

Wen Mo has always wanted to inherit his mother's legacy, so naturally he has to return to China.

Chen Zhisong saw Wen Mo's stunned expression and misunderstood again:

"Is it your family's request? I heard you don't have a good relationship with them, and you have an older brother and a younger brother. Is your family situation complicated? If that's why you're returning to China, there's no need. You need to plan for your future."

Chen Zhisong was giving sincere advice.

But he misunderstood one thing—

Wen Mo has never mentioned his family background since high school.

From elementary school to high school, she skipped grades all by relying on her own academic performance.

Although she was usually picked up by a driver after school, the car he drove was an ordinary Passat, and she said the driver was a relative.

So much so that most of her classmates at school didn't know that she was from the Wen family of Tianwen Group, including Chen Zhisong.

At this moment, Chen Zhisong probably thought that Wen Mo came from a family that favored boys over girls, and was threatened by family ties, so he chose to return to China.

Wen Mo was not in a position to explain too much and could only tell Chen Zhisong that it was her own choice.

Chen Zhisong shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly, he asked:

"By the way, you said before that you wanted to share some information with me. When would be convenient?"

When this was mentioned, Wen Mo remembered.

"The information is in my computer, but the computer is in the lab."

Wen Mo hesitated.

The text message she just received made her realize that she had just returned to school and she might have to go back to her country again.

If possible, it would be best to leave today.

She was anxious and wanted to find out.

Unfortunately, it takes a while to copy more than ten GB of data.

"Otherwise you..."

Go straight to my computer?

I didn't have time to say the following sentence.

Wen Mo's phone rang.

It’s the first inkstone.

"Brother?"

Wen Mo hurriedly got up and walked aside to answer the phone.

When she came back two minutes later, she said to Chen Zhisong:

"I have to go first. If you have anything to say, I'll talk to you when I come back."

Chen Zhisong had no time to say anything and watched her leave.

then.

Chen Zhisong, who was sitting on the bench, slowly clenched his fists, his face changing from gloomy to bright.

"I'm sorry Wen Mo, I didn't want to..."

Wen Mo didn't know this.

She arranged the next flight back home and boarded the plane without any luggage, only a cell phone.

And it is often this difference in thought that determines the direction of fate.

…

…

Sui Sui is sleeping and dreaming.

It was a familiar dream, a dream she had seen before.

But this time it seems a little different.

The first dream I had was about my brother Wen Chi.

At that time, she was a complete bystander, and only took a cursory look and did not have any particularly close feelings.

The second dream I had was about Brother Chu Yan.

This time she saw it more clearly, a bit like her soul leaving her body, flying into that time or memory.

Then, when Sui Sui learned that Chu Yan was in a car accident and would become a vegetable, he chose to go to Yanjing to change his fate.

She succeeded.

And this is the third dream.

But it was like a TV drama, connected to the second dream—

In the second dream, Chu Yan was in a car accident and became a vegetable, and his condition deteriorated rapidly.

Wen Mo, who returned to China after hearing the news, had a head-on conflict with Wen Yu.

The father and daughter parted on bad terms.

When Wen Mo found a new medicine, he did save Chu Yan's life.

Chu Yan's consciousness was slightly clearer, but he could not speak, move his hands, or walk.

He typed by moving his eyeballs, and the first sentence he said was:

'Let me go.'

I have the intention to die and no longer want to live.

The people around him were heartbroken and shocked, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.

Just at this moment, another accident happened.

Wen Shuting became ill due to depression and fainted from a stroke.