Inside the snow-white intensive care unit.

The curtain beside the bed had been drawn open, but only an opened quilt was left on the bed, and Jiang Que was nowhere to be seen.

The nurse next to him explained anxiously, "Originally, after he woke up, the director said we only needed to check on him every two hours. But because he was still on an IV, I was afraid he'd fall asleep and accidentally press on the needle, so I kept checking on him. He was clearly still here half an hour ago, but when I checked on him just now, he was... gone!"

Song Yecheng looked at the infusion tube hanging beside the bed and found that the white tape used to fix it was stained with a trace of blood, and the needle at the end was still dutifully dripping transparent liquid. It was obvious that it had been forcibly pulled out in the middle of the infusion and thrown aside.

The suitcase was also opened.

Song Yecheng quickly stepped forward, squatted down and took a look. He quickly confirmed that in addition to a set of clothes, there was also a mask and Jiang Que's mobile phone missing from the box.

He pulled out the needle, changed his clothes, put on a mask and left without saying goodbye.

All the situations before him combined together, and two words inexplicably popped up in Song Yecheng's mind -

get away.

But why did he flee the hospital?

Didn’t Zuo Jianqing say that he was willing to cooperate with the treatment?

Or... his previous performance of "being in good condition" when facing Zuo Jianqing was just an illusion, and he actually had not escaped from that terrible nightmare at all?

"I've searched the entire floor, but I don't see anyone in the hallway or the bathroom," the nurse added anxiously. "What should we do now? Do we need to check the surveillance?"

Song Yecheng squatted beside the suitcase, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, took out his cell phone and tried to call Jiang Que. He found that the phone was turned on, but there was no answer.

After hesitating for two seconds, he stood up suddenly and strode towards the door, letting the nurse trot behind him, and walked across the corridor back to his ward.

He opened the suitcase he brought with him and took out an electronic device under the nurse's blank gaze.

He turned on the device and operated it quickly for a few times. Soon, his eyes were fixed on the screen.

The next second, he didn't hesitate any longer and strode out the door while saying, "No need to check the surveillance. I'll go out and find him."

The lights are coming on.

The capital is bustling with traffic at night.

Song Yecheng drove through the lights, his eyes fixed on the road and traffic ahead. The device with flashing light was placed on the car-mounted bracket next to him.

——That was the base communicator that Chi Jinan gave them as a souvenir after the variety show recording was over.

On the way back to the capital from the base, he and Jiang Que took out the communicator to play with it. At that time, they discovered that the tracking and positioning function of the communicator was not only applicable to the base, but also to the entire world map.

At that time, Song Yecheng didn't think this function was anything special. After all, for today's smartphones, positioning and location sharing have long been the most common functions. So after returning home, he threw them into the bedside table, not thinking that there would be any chance to use them.

However, just this afternoon, when he returned home to pack his things and prepare to rush to the hospital, he suddenly took them out of the drawer for some unknown reason, removed the positioning chip built into the volunteer communicator, and put it into the back cover of Jiang Que's mobile phone.

He is not a prophet.

It was impossible to predict that this positioning would actually come in handy.

The reason why he did that at that time was actually because he remembered the words in Shadow's letter -

“Once you wake up from the dream, you will return to the original trajectory, burdened with heavy pain and self-blame, and find that everything around you is still as unattainable as before, and ultimately reach the same ending.”

At that time, Song Yecheng was still not sure what state Jiang Que would be in after waking up, but he was also worried that the situation Shadow described would happen, so just in case, he made the necessary preparations.

Later, when Zuo Jianqing walked out of the ward and told him that Jiang Que was in good condition and willing to cooperate with the treatment, he secretly thought that he was worrying too much and imagined the situation to be too bad.

Who knew that only a few hours would pass.

To this moment.

He finally felt extremely glad that he had had such a "worry" thought, and was also extremely glad that he had made that "unnecessary" preparation.

Behind the windshield.

The positioning light on the communicator kept flashing, moving rapidly on the intricate map of the capital.

Judging from the speed of the light spot, Jiang Que should have taken some kind of transportation, and this is probably why he brought his mobile phone with him and kept it turned on, because he needed to use his mobile phone to make payments, but he didn't know where his destination would be.

Song Yecheng held the steering wheel and followed the changing direction of the light spot all the way, but because the light spot was also moving, the distance between them seemed so far away.

But he knew it was only temporary.

The speed of his car has been increasing. Although the distance does not seem to have changed much, it is actually getting shorter and shorter. Jiang Que will not keep moving forward endlessly. He will eventually stop.

No matter where he stops.

I will definitely catch up with him, find him, and bring him back safely.

Half an hour later, we arrived at the middle section of Jianxin Road.

The streetlights on both sides of the road are separated by rows of camphor trees. The lights shine through the gaps in the treetops onto the road surface and the sidewalks on both sides, casting long and short shadows behind the various passing vehicles and sparse pedestrians.

A taxi slowly stopped by the side of the road.

A moment later, the back door was pushed open and a young figure walked out.

Jiang Que turned around and closed the car door, watching quietly as the car started up again and drove away. Then he raised his head in the huge shadow cast by the camphor tree and looked across the street in the distance.

There stood a building.

The brightly lit hall was crowded with people, and bright lights shone through every window above, neatly stacked layer upon layer, illuminating the wide and long steps in front of the building, as well as the solemn police badge of Zhuang Yan hanging high at the top of the steps.

Yes, this is Jiang Que’s destination.

It was the end of his "escape" from the hospital.

When all the blocked memories returned to his mind, when the fantasy of "rebirth" that he believed in was completely shattered, and when he learned that there was another personality in his body, he had clearly realized that he was a mental patient.

But this is not actually the most unacceptable thing for him.

What really made him completely unable to face it was what the other self in Zuo Jianqing's mouth did -

"The person in that video is indeed you, or rather, he is another you. He is the one who created those 'past life memories' for you, making you firmly believe in your experience of reincarnation..."

When Jiang Que, who was lying on the hospital bed at the time, heard this, he recalled the "prophecies" he had written and his actions in the video. He could not help but fall into an unprecedented state of suffocation and panic.

Another self once attacked Song Yecheng's wire equipment, ignoring the possible injuries he might suffer, and used his fall into the water to fulfill his "prophecy".

This realization made him feel cold all over, and his heart felt as if it had sunk to the bottom of a valley. He could no longer lie in the hospital with peace of mind waiting for the so-called treatment, and he decided to "escape" without any hesitation.

Now the "escape" has come to an end.

Jiang Que looked at the solemn police badge on the building opposite from afar and knew that everything had to come to an end.

The summer night wind blows silently through the treetops, and the occasional passing vehicles leave behind a brief buzz. Behind me, there are occasionally a few pedestrians walking in groups, laughing and joking in groups of three or four.

All the hustle and bustle seemed to have cut off connection with him, and he just took a step quietly and walked out of the shadow cast by the treetops.

There were not many cars on the road, only one or two occasionally passed by and brushed past him from the front and back. But he was like every ordinary passerby, calmly crossing the road and walking towards the brightly lit destination on the opposite side.

One step, two steps.

He was getting closer and closer to the end.

As he approached, the guard next to the electric retractable door outside the courtyard in front of the building seemed to notice him and gave him a probing look.

Jiang Que noticed that gaze, but he did not stop at all. He just continued to walk forward facing the gaze.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters.

Just when he was only a few steps away from the courtyard gate, suddenly, a strong hand reached out from the side and grabbed his elbow!

Jiang Que turned his head in surprise, but only had time to see the person's profile before he was pulled back the way he came.

Song Yecheng held his arm tightly, strode to pull him away from the courtyard gate, and took advantage of the car that had just passed by on the road to drive away. He took him straight across the road and returned to the car parked on the opposite side. He opened the door and stuffed him into the back seat, and squeezed in himself.

Bang.

The car door closed beside him.

It instantly blocked out all outside sounds, plunging the entire carriage into absolute silence.

"what you up to?"

Song Yecheng stared at him closely, his voice slightly hoarse from staying up late, full of tension and worry.

Jiang Que only came back to his senses at this moment, but he didn't think about why Song Yecheng could find him. His first reaction was to raise his hand to open the car door.

However, with a "click", Song Yecheng quickly reached around the front seat and locked the car door.

Jiang Que raised his hand but it stopped in mid-air. After a moment, he had to bend it up and put it down, but he did not express any protest or struggle. He just lowered his eyes silently.

Seeing that he seemed to be refusing to communicate, Song Yecheng couldn't help but take a deep breath. Almost helplessly, he reached out to take off his mask, gently turned his face and said, "Speak, what did you want to do just now?"

Jiang Que tilted his head slightly, sliding his hand away from his face. His eyes were still lowered, as if he had made up his mind not to meet his gaze. He said coldly, "Surrender."

"Surrender what?" Song Yecheng asked.

Jiang Que's throat rolled, his profile a blur in the dim light coming through the window. He seemed to find the answer difficult and hot to swallow, but when he spoke it out loud, it was cold and blunt: "Malicious destruction of the wirework equipment, attempted intentional injury."

Song Yecheng finally understood what he was referring to. He suddenly remembered that he didn't know the full story yet, and said hurriedly, "That's not the case at all. You know it wasn't you who went there that day. It was..."

"It's me."

Jiang Que calmly interrupted, "He is a part of me, using my body. What he does is what I do."

In fact, Song Yecheng had no intention of using dual personality to explain this matter. When he said "it wasn't you who went there", he just wanted to express "you don't have this memory so you don't know what happened". But after being blocked by Jiang Que, he suddenly realized that his unilateral statement might not be enough to convince Jiang Que, so he simply gave up on explaining, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and quickly found an audio file.

That was a recorded phone call.

It was the phone call he made to Team Leader Liu not long ago.

"Listen to this."

Song Yecheng dragged the progress bar to skip the initial setup of the recording and jumped directly to the part where they got to the point. He handed the phone to Jiang Que's ear, and the two of them soon heard a question and answer from the speaker.

"What exactly happened that day?" Song Yecheng asked.

Team Leader Liu recalled, "That day...we were filming a late-night scene. We were all busy on set when Xiao Wang took someone to move a blower. When he came back, he told me the warehouse had tripped and it looked like there was a problem with the winch. The maintenance guy on the team had already left work, and the winch wouldn't be needed for another ten days. I told him to put it aside for a couple of days, but then Mr. He's friend who was visiting the set said he could help out, as he knew a little about mechanical circuits."

The so-called "friend of Mr. He who came to visit the set" was of course the shadow who went to the crew that day. He was also watching the filming on the set with Team Leader Liu. However, because he had been wearing a mask since he left the house that day and did not take it off when he arrived at the crew, no one had seen his true face, and no one knew that he was Jiang Que until now.

Team Leader Liu continued, "I thought it might just be a minor problem, something I could fix with a basic understanding of circuits, so I asked Xiao Wang to get him some tools and took him to the warehouse. When he came back, he told me the winch's internal parts were severely worn, and the reel and wire were badly worn. It posed a serious safety hazard, and he suggested I scrap it and buy a new one."

"I didn't take it too seriously at the time, thinking he was just exaggerating because he was an amateur and couldn't fix it. So after he left, I took the repairman from my team to check it out the next day. To my surprise, the repairman said the same thing after the inspection. He said the parts were seriously worn out and that it would be better to buy a new one than to replace them all."

"After all, this involves safety issues, and I dare not be careless. So after reporting to the team, I took people to buy a new one and moved the old one away and scrapped it."

Hearing this, Jiang Que finally showed some reaction. His long eyelashes fluttered, and Song Yecheng's question came from the loudspeaker at the right time: "Since you replaced it with a new one, why did it still malfunction later?"

Upon hearing this, Team Leader Liu sighed, seeming apologetic. "The problem wasn't with the winch, but with the matching pulley set. Because the equipment was new, we tried it out a few times beforehand and didn't notice any issues. But then… who knew the rope grooves in that pulley set weren't deep enough? When we were filming the drowning scene that day, the shaking was so severe that the wire came out of the groove. Later, when we compared and inspected it, we discovered the rope grooves in the new pulleys were more than half shallower than the original ones. Our preliminary tests were all in situ, with no significant shaking, so we didn't notice the problem."

At this point, the cause and effect of the matter are already clear, and there is no need to continue listening to the following content.

So Song Yecheng turned off the recording, took back his phone, and said patiently, "Did you hear everything? He didn't go to the warehouse to damage the equipment that day, and the accident had nothing to do with him. There was no intentional harm."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently grasped the back of Jiang Que's hand, which was resting on his leg, and said softly, "Even if you feel that 'he' is a part of you, there's no reason to take responsibility for something that didn't happen, right?"

Jiang Que's cold fingers trembled slightly, as if burned by the hot palm. He suddenly pulled his fingers away, and then put his hands behind his back as if afraid of being touched again.

This desperate move made Song Yecheng startled. Before he could react, he heard Jiang Que say stiffly, "Stay away from me."

Song Yecheng looked at him in disbelief.

Jiang Que still kept his eyes lowered, as if he was clinging to the dim corner before him, unwilling to be involved in the slightest with his surroundings: "No one who gets close to me will have a good ending. You'd better stay away from me."

Song Yecheng felt a sharp pain in his heart. He knew that Jiang Que had regained the dark memory that had been sealed away, the death of Jiang Di and Ye Ying's anger. Just like what Yingzi said in the letter, he took on all the heavy pain and self-blame.

But this self-blame shouldn't exist at all.

The wound that was cut and bleeding due to the death of a loved one should have gradually healed and scabbed under the licking of time, instead of being torn deeper into the flesh and blood by malicious people, being cruelly sprinkled with salt again and again, and finally growing into a festering abscess.

But now the abscess has grown.

That was not only due to Jiang Que's own self-blame, but also due to Ye Ying's repeated torture for a year.

Song Yecheng knew how painful the abscess would be, but he also knew that if he didn't make up his mind to pick it open, scrape the bone and remove the poison, it would remain stuck in his flesh and blood forever.

So, even though he couldn't bear to touch her, he still stretched out the bone scraper: "Jiang Que."

He finally said, "If I had a car accident on the way to see you today, would you think you killed me?"

Jiang Que's breath hitched. He didn't turn around to look at Song Yecheng, but his pupils trembled violently because of his words, as if just imagining such a terrible result was enough to terrify him.

Song Yecheng took in his reaction, but didn't even think about waiting for his answer. Instead, he quickly changed the subject and asked, "What if the accident happened to you?"

"If something happened to you tonight, would I also hate myself for not being able to take good care of you in the hospital, for not being able to find you in time, and then live the rest of my life with such self-blame and pain, never forgiving myself?"

Jiang Que's eyes quickly turned red.

How could he not understand what Song Yecheng was comparing, how could he not understand that this was an allusion to the incident with Jiang Di.

However, the long-standing knot in his heart had already trapped him in an intractable maze. He could not find any way out. Even now, he still held on to the source of his paranoia: "But he went out that day for me."

"Yes, he did it for you."

Song Yecheng accepted his explanation without hesitation: "But that was just a simple decision he made as an adult, just like when we decide to travel, decide to meet someone we want to meet. Each decision may lead to different results, and there is also the possibility of encountering various accidents - planes may crash, ships may sink, even if we are just walking on the road, we may encounter a sudden disaster. But because of these possible accidents, should we not make decisions? Not meet the people we want to meet, not do the things we want to do, so as to avoid all risks and keep ourselves safe forever?"

Jiang Que listened silently. He felt that his mind, which was trapped in a maze, was being pulled towards a certain intersection. It was a direction he had never set foot in, because no one had ever enlightened him from such a perspective.

"You can blame the torrential rain that day, you can blame the collapsed billboard, you can even blame God for being blind and ruthless, but you should never blame yourself, because it was his decision to go out and see you, and you have no right to deprive him of his freedom of decision."

Song Yecheng continued, "He loved you so much in the past, he wouldn't want to see you pay for his decision, to see his most beloved child endure so much self-blame and pain for nothing. If you are still alive, would you be willing to let him continue to feel pain for you and continue to suffer from restlessness?"

Jiang Que's maze is loosening up little by little.

It was as if the foundation that had once taken root in my heart was shaken by those invisible words, and cracks appeared in every wall like an earthquake, and the bricks and stones were shaken off piece by piece, raising dust all over the ground.

Song Yecheng clearly saw the drooping eyelashes trembling constantly. In a moment, a tear suddenly fell from under it, followed by the second drop, the third drop...

And Song Yecheng exhaled a hot breath of pity in this silent collapse, and continued with a sob: "Just like I came to you tonight, this is also my decision. You can resist me, avoid me, but you can't stop me from worrying about you."

His eyes burned with endurance, and his voice trembled slightly. "You left the hospital so quietly, didn't you know I was scared too? I was afraid you'd be overwhelmed by memories of the past, afraid you'd do something stupid, afraid that if I was a step too late... I'd never find you again."

It was as if a needle had pierced his heart. Jiang Que suddenly felt so distressed that he could hardly breathe. All his defenses collapsed in an instant. Burning tears rolled down from his tightly closed eyes. His whole body trembled with sadness: "But I am no longer myself..."

He collapsed helplessly and hopelessly, burying his head deeply, wrapping his hands tightly around his temples, unable to hide the deepest fear in his heart any longer: "I don't know who I am, who I will become when I wake up tomorrow, what else I will do, and I don't even dare to think about whether what is happening before my eyes is real or just another illusion..."

His painful words were interrupted by sobs, and he almost couldn't speak: "...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to escape from you, I didn't mean to make you worry, but...but I..."

Song Yecheng's eyes were red as he grabbed his shoulders. Regardless of his struggle, he forced him into his arms, tightly grasped his wrist, and kissed his temples gently and irresistibly: "I know... I know everything."

His burning palms rubbed the thin back, and his slightly hoarse voice was close to Jiang Que's ear: "You have always been you. You didn't do anything wrong. You are just temporarily sick. Let's treat the disease well. Once you recover, you won't be like this again, okay?"

Like a young animal in a trap crying in despair, Jiang Que tightly grasped the clothes on Song Yecheng's shoulders and buried his head in that strong chest. His hot tears wet the collar of the clothes and burned into Song Yecheng's heart through his skin.

The street lights outside the window were dim, and the tangled leaves cast messy silhouettes on the windshield. Occasionally, a few cars passed by at a steady speed on the road, and all kinds of strangers returning home or taking a walk were walking on the sidewalks on both sides.

No one noticed the car parked under the shadow of the trees by the roadside, and no one knew what story was happening in the car, as if they were all just a drop in the ocean in this ordinary world, each experiencing their own ups and downs, sorrows and joys.

The night wind gradually picked up, and the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road swayed and intertwined.

I don’t know how long it took, but the low sobbing in the car window finally gradually subsided and turned into intermittent sobbing and sniffling.

The long-suppressed emotions were released like a mountain torrent. After the initial burst and rush, it washed through the steep valley and finally fell into the flat land, leaving only a trickle.

Later on, the trickle of water gradually seeped into the cracks between the dry gravel and was about to disappear into the wet soil.

Song Yecheng listened to the sobs gradually fading from his chest, his arms still tightly wrapped around the frail body, his palms still covering the back, gently soothing it.

Only at this moment did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

He knew that Jiang Que's heavy and repressed emotions had been accumulating for too long. If there was no complete outburst, they would eventually become blocked there and become a chronic disease that could be fatal at any time.

Fortunately, this emotion was finally released.

In his opinion, this was already the best possible scenario, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was as lucky as if he had survived a disaster.

At this moment, the ringing of a cell phone broke the silence.

Song Yecheng glanced down and saw a call from Zuo Jianqing on the screen. He guessed that he must have just returned to the hospital and discovered that Jiang Que was missing.

He maintained his embrace with one hand while answering the phone with the other, putting it to his ear and saying a few simple words: "...Yeah, it's okay, I found it, good."

The phone was hung up and Song Yecheng threw it aside again.

This brief interlude slightly dispelled the originally heavy atmosphere. Jiang Que, who was curled up in his arms, finally moved slightly, moved away from his chest a little, and slowly sat up straight.

Jiang Que's eyes were red, his drooping eyelashes were wet and dark, and there were still traces of tears in the corners of his eyes. The brief emptiness after venting his emotions made him look a little lost and confused.

It was clearly only one day since they last saw each other, but when Song Yecheng looked at him closely, an indescribable emotion spread in his heart, as if he was experiencing a long-lasting loss and recovery.

He raised his hand and gently covered the wet cheek, and saw Jiang Que's long eyelashes tremble slightly. The eyes that had been avoiding his gaze raised quietly and finally met his gaze.

Jiang Que's gaze was like glue. It would have been fine if he had avoided looking at Song Yecheng before, but as soon as his eyes fell on his face, he seemed to be tethered by some invisible force, sticking to him and depicting him, as if he wanted to depict the person in front of him into his heart without leaving any trace, and it would be difficult for him to look away for a long time.

He just stared like this, not knowing how long he had been staring. Suddenly, his eyes, which had been gradually drying up, were filled with mist again, and it looked like he was about to cry again.

Song Yecheng hadn't expected this sudden comeback. He was momentarily stunned, and with his knuckles, he managed to catch the tear that was about to overflow from his eye. He quickly used his thumb to gently stroke the corner of his eye: "...What's wrong? Are you still sad?"

Jiang Que lowered his eyes to suppress the tears in them. With red eyes, he sniffed softly and shook his head slowly: "I just remembered what I said to you and felt ridiculous. I imagined such a fairy tale and dragged you into it, asking you to believe it with me and be a fool with me..."

He seemed to be extremely disappointed with what he had done. He frowned, closed his eyes, and exhaled tiredly: "What on earth have I done..."

Song Yecheng did not move his hand away from the side of his face. Hearing this, he could not help but recall the things about "rebirth" in the past six months.

After a moment, he smiled helplessly yet relievedly, looked at Jiang Que seriously, and said gently, "Although rebirth is fake, our reunion after a long separation is real. My love for you is real, and your love for me is also real, right? So think on the bright side. Now that you know it's fake, at least I don't have to worry about any mysterious power in this world that will bring you any 'destined' threats. This can be regarded as solving a big worry, right?"

Whether it was due to his upbringing or his own personality, Song Yecheng always seemed to be able to find some optimistic and positive perspectives on everything he faced. And those ideas were not aimless, and they always managed to draw people in and persuade them.

"Okay, dear," Song Yecheng smiled and touched the corners of his wet and red eyes, "Don't think too much, what you have to do next is to focus on your treatment. No matter what happens, I will be with you, okay?"

Jiang Que had originally been comforted by his thoughts, but upon hearing these words, his gaze suddenly froze. He slowly raised his hand and pulled down Song Yecheng's hand that was covering his face, saying, "...I will go get treatment, but you can't stay with me."

Song Yecheng couldn't help but be stunned: "Why?"

Jiang Que didn't answer the question directly, or rather, he simply skipped over it and continued with his previous words: "Just do what you need to do, film when you need to film, join the crew when you need to join the crew. In short... don't hang around me, and don't come to see me."

There was clearly some nervousness in his words, and even the hand he was holding on Song Yecheng was a little tighter. But in contrast to the nervousness, his tone was so firm and resolute, as if he didn't allow for any negotiation: "Anyway, before I get better... I don't want to see you."

These words sounded really tough and ruthless at first, but Song Yecheng was only stunned for a few seconds before he completely guessed his true thoughts -

It’s not that he “doesn’t want to”, but that he doesn’t dare.

He was still wary of his other personality, fearing that he would do something uncontrollable. He was not even sure whether the disease could be cured or how long it would take to cure it. Therefore, he would rather put on such a resistant and alienated attitude to isolate him outside the "danger zone" and let him continue to live his original life.

Song Yecheng didn't respond for a moment, and Jiang Que forced himself not to look at his expression.

He knew that his words were somewhat hurtful, as if he was drawing a line and pushing people away, but he also knew that his illness was not a simple headache or fever, but a mental illness that was most likely to get out of control. He could not pin his hopes on the so-called self-control, and could not even trust his own reason. If he wanted to ensure the safety of those around him, the only thing he could believe in was physical distance.

So he couldn't compromise on this point.

Even if it means being unreasonable, I have to do it.

But to his surprise, just when he was worried about how Song Yecheng would react, and even prepared to continue to maintain a tough attitude, he heard Song Yecheng agree very easily and naturally: "Okay, then I won't meet you."

There wasn't a trace of anger or displeasure in his tone; instead, it was filled with reassuring gentleness and indulgence.

As he spoke, he leaned towards the front seat and took out a dark brown paper bag from the storage compartment next to the driver's seat. He took out an exquisite velvet box from the bag and opened the lid under Jiang Que's puzzled gaze.

Inside the box lay a small bell.

It’s exactly the same as the one Jiang Que wore when he was a child.

That night on the rooftop, Jiang Que said that he gave his bell to Huangmao, and finally buried it with it in the mountains. Song Yecheng remembered it at that time and thought about buying him a new one.

So before going out to meet Tang Yao the next day, he deliberately searched around the whole city, and finally found one with almost the same shape and size in a remote and old silver jewelry store.

The little silver bell was on a thin chain. Song Yecheng took it out of the box, leaned forward, and tied it for Jiang Que while whispering in his ear, "If you can't let me accompany you, at least let it accompany you for me."

After tying the silver chain, he stepped back a little, plucked the bell with his fingertips, raised his eyes and said gently: "Just remember, I'm waiting for you."

Jiang Que looked down at the small silver bell, raised his hand and gently pinched it, turning it and stroking it for a while, then hesitantly said: "But if my illness doesn't get better, you don't-"

Before he finished speaking, Song Yecheng leaned forward and pecked his lips lightly, intercepting the remaining few words like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"That's not possible." He said firmly.

His eyes reflected the light outside the window, gleaming with a warmth that burned his heart. He didn't seem to be offering comfort, but rather announcing in advance a result that was destined to happen:

"You will definitely get better, and I will definitely wait for you."