When he thought of this, Song Zhi suddenly remembered Tang Junhe who was still unconscious in the hospital. His mood eased a lot, but then became heavy again.

Little Qingbai dug out a tiny star from the sand. He was so happy that he clapped his hands and shouted, "Treasure! Mom, look, I found a treasure!"

Song Zhi's thoughts were once again brought back by the tender voice of a child. She looked at the child's excited and red face and forced a smile.

"Little Qingbai is so amazing!"

After receiving the praise, little Qingbai proudly puffed out her little chest, her face full of joy.

He immediately dived into the sand pile again and said he wanted to dig another treasure to give to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi looked helplessly at the little guy who was rolled in the sand, and could only say okay.

But Tang Junhe's pale and weak face flashed in her mind from time to time, making her unable to calm down and becoming inexplicably anxious.

After only a few minutes, she couldn't stay any longer.

She went into the room and called Song Anshan out.

"Dad, please take care of Qingbai. I want to go back to the hospital."

Seeing her worried look, Song Anshan sighed and nodded.

"Okay, go ahead."

Before leaving, Song Zhi said goodbye to Xiao Qingbai.

When Xiao Qingbai heard that she was leaving again, he was obviously unhappy. He pursed his lips, stopped digging in the sand, and let Song Anshan hold him pitifully.

Song Anshan looked at his aggrieved little grandson, his heart filled with distress, and he quickly hugged him in his arms.

When Song Zhi arrived at the hospital, the Tang family was still in Tang Junhe's ward.

Seeing her come back again, Tang Xue asked in confusion.

"Why are you back again? Did you leave something here?"

Song Zhi shook his head and set his eyes on the pale and unconscious person on the hospital bed.

Tang Junhe lay unconscious on the bed, his handsome face pale and he looked fragile and harmless.

Seeing this, Tang Xue was stunned for a moment. When she saw Song Zhi's eyes, she understood something and pulled her mother out without any expression.

"Then you can help us look after Jun He while we go home and get some things."

"good."

Song Zhi nodded.

After sending Tang Xue and Tang's mother away, she moved a chair and sat next to Tang Junhe's bed.

Looking at the motionless person lying on the bed, Song Zhi asked in a low voice: "Tang Junhe, when will you wake up?"

The person on the bed didn't respond to her.

In the ward, there was only Song Zhi's weak sigh.

At this moment, Tang Junhe was deeply trapped in a nightmare.

He vaguely heard someone calling his name.

He subconsciously walked in that direction, but walked into darkness. Suddenly, a little light appeared in front of his eyes. As he walked towards the light, he saw a man sitting in front of a hospital bed.

He couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he saw that his chin was covered with blue stubble, as if he hadn't shaved for many days.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Tang Junhe could feel that he looked very haggard.

On the bed in front of him lay an extremely thin woman with an oxygen mask on her face, and her appearance could not be seen clearly either.

Tang Junhe felt something was strange.

They seemed unable to see him.

Is he dreaming?

Just when Tang Junhe was pinching his hands together and wanted to ask for confirmation, he suddenly saw a young man rushing in from outside.

He was like an angry lion. As soon as he came in, he pounced on the man in front of the bed, grabbed his collar and roared at him.

"Give my mom back to me! You killed my mom! If it weren't for you, my mom wouldn't have gotten into trouble at all! Give her back to me!"

The man was grabbed by the collar and neither resisted nor argued. He seemed to have lost his soul and let him scold and curse.

Tang Junhe frowned as he watched.

At this time, a young woman hurriedly ran in from outside. Seeing this scene, she exclaimed and rushed over to pull the young man away.

"Let me go! Don't hold me back. I want justice for my mother today."

The young man was extremely angry, his whole body was shaking, and his fists were creaking. As he spoke, he was about to pounce on the man again, but the young woman held his waist tightly.

The young man still had a bit of rationality, and was forced to stop for fear of accidentally hurting the young woman.

"Don't stop me."

He suppressed his anger and pried the young woman's hands apart bit by bit.

The young woman gritted her teeth, hugged him tightly, and advised with red eyes: "Qingbai, this is just an accident, don't do this."

Green cypress?

Hearing this name, Tang Junhe's face suddenly changed.

He subconsciously looked at the young man, but his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making Tang Junhe unable to see his facial features clearly. He just felt vaguely familiar.

The young man paused, his eyes red as he retorted, "It wasn't an accident. My mother came to watch our wedding."

As he spoke, he stared at the man, with flames burning in his eyes.

"If he hadn't locked her up in a mental hospital, she definitely wouldn't have sneaked out and gotten hit by a car!"

The man faced his anger, but remained silent, not saying a word from beginning to end.

The young man was extremely angry, but he didn't attack him in the end. He had a tantrum in the ward and was then forcibly dragged away by the young woman.

Tang Junhe vaguely realized that he must be dreaming.

But he was a little curious, who was the person in the dream?

Moreover, this dream was so strange, yet it made him feel extremely real.

Moreover, these people also seemed very familiar to him, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

"Qingbai."

He murmured.

The young woman called the young man Qingbai. Could he be Song Qingbai?

Who is that woman lying on the bed?

Thinking of this, his face suddenly changed and he subconsciously walked towards the bed.

The mist covering the woman's face suddenly dissipated a lot, revealing her facial features that had just been obscured by the mist.

She was extremely thin, her face was almost the size of a palm, with prominent cheekbones and little flesh on her face. Her skin was an abnormal grayish-white, and there were scratches of various sizes on her face, as if she had been in a serious accident.

Tang Junhe looked at her facial features and felt that they were becoming more and more familiar, gradually overlapping with another face in his mind.

His expression suddenly changed and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He suddenly realized that the person lying on the bed was Song Zhi!

An older and extremely weak Song Zhi.

She seemed to be hanging on by a thread, about to leave this world at any moment...

He felt a pang of pain in his heart and turned his head subconsciously.

The bearded man behind him still had unclear facial features, but Tang Junhe had an extremely terrifying intuition.

That person is himself...