When Grandma Bai saw Song Xiaofu, she felt extremely sorry for her and took out some freshly steamed buns for her to eat.

The children ate ravenously.

The old man watched with a bright smile.

This scene is one of the most beautiful images in Bai Sang's memory.

"Sang Sang, come sit down and eat with us."

“Sangsang, let Xiaofu sleep with you tonight. If Xiaofu has nowhere to go in the future, she can come here.”

"Sangsang, what are you standing there for?"

Hearing their shouts, Bai Sang stepped forward and gently hugged the two people who were most important to her.

"I have to go now."

"It's good to be able to see you all in a hallucination."

Her hand was grabbed by a rough, large hand.

"Sangsang, stay. Wouldn't it be nice if the three of us lived together?"

My other hand was held by a soft little hand.

"Stay, stay, Sangsang, are you really willing to leave?"

Bai Sang's eyes welled up with tears in an instant.

She couldn't bear to part with it.

However, in reality, Song Xiaofu is still waiting for her to save her.

"I'm sorry, I... I have to go."

Both hands froze.

Soon, a rough, large hand rubbed her head.

"Sang Sang, go ahead, be careful."

With her other little hand, she pinched Bai Sang's cheek.

"Sangsang, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Bai Sang nodded vigorously.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in carriage number 13.

Her face was already covered in tears.

Even eating meat without garlic brought me back to my senses.

Only Qin Minglang had his brows furrowed tightly, and veins were even bulging on his forehead.

"Don't interrupt him, it will damage his brain."

"You can only wait for him to wake up on his own."

After a brief conversation with someone who eats meat but not garlic.

Bai Sang finally realized that these illusions were created to depict the scenes that were most important to them deep down.

She looked at Qin Minglang with concern. Could he get through this?