May your journey be smooth sailing.

When Zhang Renyin returned to the hospital, Zhou Chenjin was still by Chen Xiaojing's side.

She was resting in her hospital bed when Zhou Chenjin stood at the door of the ward, talking quietly with Fu Huanian.

"Ren Yin is back."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Renyin followed their gaze. "Is that... Yu Yan's mother?"

Yu Yan is 37 years old this year. His mother is already in her seventies. She stands alone at the entrance of the ICU, looking at her only son from afar through the glass.

Under the sunlight, her shadow was stretched very long.

"That's right. Sigh, it's not easy for an old person."

The sound of running footsteps approached from afar in the silent corridor. The three of them turned around at the same time and saw Xu Yan with Yang Ning's mother, who was nearly eighty years old.

"How is it? I heard there's been progress in my child's case." The elderly man with a full head of white hair was so excited that he almost knelt down in front of Zhou Chenjin. "How is it?"

Zhou Chenjin helped the old man to the sofa in Chen Xiaojing's ward: "HW's legal department will intervene in the appeal. We will handle all the legal means. You just need to sign some necessary documents."

Her gaze involuntarily turned to Chen Xiaojing on the hospital bed: "This girl, did she save that child?"

"Yes."

“Nine years have passed. I thought my child was going to die unjustly like this. It’s truly justice.” She held Zhou Chenjin’s hand. “What about the child’s mother? She must be heartbroken right now.”

Zhou Chenjin led her out, and they happened to meet eyes with Yu Yan's mother at the entrance of the ICU.

"I want to talk to her."

"Of course, there are plenty of empty wards nearby."

After escorting the person to the sofa in the adjacent ward, Zhou Chenjin returned to where they had been standing and continued discussing matters with Fu Huanian and Zhang Renyin.

“I asked President Wu, and she’s willing to use all of Huawei’s resources to deal with this group of people.” Zhou Chenjin glanced at Chen Xiaojing from afar. “People who are so afraid of pain can actually endure something like that. Yu Yan and Yang Ning usually have the image of gentle scholars on the show, but I didn’t expect them to have the soul of heroes.”

Fu Huanian and Zhang Renyin nodded in unison.

"I suppose Mr. Yang Ning, whom I don't know very well, can rest in peace now."

Chen Xiaojing's chaotic and complicated dream was dispelled by a shower of peach blossoms. The scene changed, and she was walking alone on a small bridge. At the end of the bridge, there was a tall and thin figure in a blue robe.

"Who are you?"

The figure in the blue robe gradually became clearer as she approached: "Nice to meet you, Ms. Shangshui Luoying."

It's Yang Ning.

If he hadn't left, his handsome appearance, perfectly matching the male lead in her novel, could have been shown on screen.

Chen Xiaojing trembled slightly: "You came to me in a dream, you came to..." She didn't quite understand the issue of communication between the living and the dead, but perhaps the Chinese people's fear of death always makes them somewhat afraid of the deceased.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Thank you for saving Mr. Yu Yan's life." Yang Ning said with a gentle smile. "Thank you for reducing one of the broken families in this world."

Chen Xiaojing originally thought she would hear such gratitude from Yu Yan's mother, but she didn't expect that the first person to thank her would be Yang Ning.

"If you'd like, when you wake up, tell everyone who still remembers me and loves me that I'm doing well here, free and unrestrained, and that they don't need to worry about me." Yang Ning raised her head slightly to look at the clear blue sky. "It was quite unfair at first, but I saw the efforts of so many people, so I don't feel so resentful anymore."

"Yang Ning..."

"It's getting late, you should go back. There are people waiting for you over there. Have a safe journey."

Another shower of peach blossoms fell, and his figure disappeared at the end of the bridge.

The voices of different people replaced the sounds in her dream, and Chen Xiaojing slowly opened her eyes, her vision clear.

"Xiaojing, you're awake. You slept for a long time." Zhang Renyin helped her sit up halfway. "Yang Ning and Yu Yan's mothers are here."

"As long as Ajin is settled, that's fine." Everything in the dream still seemed vivid in her mind. "Ren Yin... I just dreamed about Yang Ning."

"How is it? He shouldn't..."

“No, he came specifically to thank me.” Chen Xiaojing interrupted Zhang Renyin for the first time. “Nine years have passed. May he rest in peace.”

Nine years ago, everyone wished him a safe journey, but he couldn't make it—nine years later, his death was forgotten, and he could finally rest in peace.