Si Boye.

Upon hearing this name, Jiang Nian felt as if her heart had been struck by something, leaving her somewhat dazed.

This name sounds strangely familiar.

Even in that instant, a hazy silhouette seemed to appear in her mind.

I just want to see clearly, but I can't see clearly no matter what I do.

She didn't snap out of her daze until Joey waved her hand in front of her face. She asked, "Why is it my sister?"

Joey said matter-of-factly, "Because Si Boye sounds like a man's name."

"Such forceful protection of a man must stem from affection. If this JN isn't a girl, then he must be gay."

That sounds like it makes a lot of sense.

A bounty of 100 million is a number that can drive people crazy.

No one knows who this man named Si Boye has offended.

However, Jiang Nian didn't care too much about other people's affairs.

The weather forecast says there will be a storm tonight.

So before it got dark, she took her tools to the small garden in the courtyard and built a simple rain shelter over the flowers and plants.

If the wind and rain are too strong, these flowers and plants will probably still be blown down.

But natural selection and survival of the fittest are principles applicable to all living things.

By the time the awning was finished, it was already getting dark around us.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Looking up, you can feel the large, dark clouds hanging over the city, and the air is hot and humid.

Just a few dozen seconds later, the wind picked up.

The wind swept in, and the heavier rain began to lash people's faces, bringing a touch of coolness to relieve the heat.

Standing under the eaves, watching the rain get heavier and heavier, Jiang Nian thought for a moment and decided to go back inside to make something to eat.

Just then, she suddenly heard a loud bang from the courtyard gate.

It felt like something heavy had hit the door.

This made her expression instantly turn serious.

Who is it?

No one responded.

Jiang Nian couldn't help but frown.

Standing in the rain, he pulled out his gun from his waist, held his breath, and headed towards the door.

However, the moment she opened the door, a tall figure suddenly rushed towards her without warning.

It's a man.

His hair was disheveled and wet, making his face difficult to discern in the rainy night. The collar of his black shirt was open, soaking wet and clinging to his body, clearly revealing the outline of his abdominal muscles.

Because the man leaned directly against her, Jiang Nian instinctively reached out to support him.

The other person was more than a head taller than him, and carried the chill of the rainy night, but his skin was burning hot through the fabric of his shirt, clearly indicating that he had a fever.

A faint smell of blood could be detected between the nostrils.

When I touched him, I felt gauze on the man's chest and ribs.

So I simply tore open the other person's shirt collar and saw blood seeping out from the gauze, a glaring scarlet mixed with the rain.

"You're injured and have a fever?"

Jiang Nian frowned.

Applying rain-soaked gauze to a bleeding wound will only worsen the infection.

She didn't know how this person got here, but he looked badly injured and obviously posed no threat to her.

As if he had finally found a savior, the man seemed to be drawn to the warmth of her body, and wrapped his arms around her waist. His voice was hoarse, "So cold..."

"..."

Jiang Nian had never been so intimate with a man before.

But the person in front of me is a patient. He's not a man.

He had a high fever, and out of instinct, he drew heat from her body, barely managing to endure it.

Jiang Nian put the gun away.

"Don't move, I'll call the hospital now."

But as soon as she took out her phone, the man grabbed it along with her hand.

"Don't make the call."

The man's voice sounded pitiful, "Someone wants to kill me, I can't go to the hospital."

Jiang Nian was taken aback: "Who wants to kill you?"

The other person shook their head, seemingly troubled.

"I don't know. I hit my head and I don't seem to remember anything... Baby, please don't leave me."

……Baby?

Jiang Nian was momentarily numb by this cloying nickname.

Can a fever cause someone to talk nonsense to this extent?

Calling a stranger "baby" to her.

But the man's words, "I hit my head and it seems I don't remember anything," struck a chord with Jiang Nian.

Is it a coincidence?

She herself was injured and lost her memory.

Now, a man in the same boat, who also doesn't remember who he is, stumbles to her side, severely injured and running a high fever.

As the rain intensified, the gauze covering the man's wound was completely soaked with blood and rainwater.

She eventually softened.

"...Can you still walk?"

This means that she can take him in temporarily.

The rain was too heavy. The two people had to stand very close to hear each other speak.

Jiang Nian felt the man close to her ear, confirming, "Baby, are you going to take me home?"

“…I’m not called Baby.”

“I know, baby.”

"..."

That's clearly a genuine head injury.

It feels like it's not just amnesia, but like my brain was smashed shut.

Jiang Nian said speechlessly, "...Don't say anything yet, come inside with me."

Jiang Nian dragged and pulled the man into the house. Once they reached the entrance, she casually put him down on the ground.

"Don't move yet, let me get you a towel to wipe you down."

He turned around and went into the bathroom.

A while later, she came out with a towel and squatted down next to the man.

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