Chapter 477: Name is the shortest spell.

Shen Que knew that his grandmother had already said all the last words she needed to say.

He held the skinny hand reluctantly, and memories flooded through his mind, all of which were scenes of him accompanying his grandmother during his childhood.

His parents have special jobs, so he has been with his grandmother since he was a child.

From the time he first learned to walk to now, this old man has been the one who has accompanied him the most for most of his life.

"grandmother."

He called out in a low voice, blending all his reluctance and gratitude into this low call.

Madam Shen blinked slowly and said softly, "Let's go. I'm not the one who needs your company."

Shen Que stood up and walked out of the ward, and met Meng Zhiyi's eyes, which were already red from crying.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes, then turned to the housekeeper and whispered, "Grandpa, grandma wants you to come in."

Meng Zhi subconsciously wanted to follow in, but was stopped by Shen Que.

She bit her lip and said with some difficulty: "Is there no other way?"

There was sadness in Shen Que's eyes, but he was also worried that she was tired from standing for too long, so he helped her sit down on the bench in the corridor.

"Yiyi." Shen Que squatted in front of her, holding her hands and looking at her at eye level. His voice was as gentle as ever, and he patiently comforted her: "It's not that there is no way, but it will make grandma very uncomfortable."

"If she were to be filled with tubes and forced to stay by various means, grandma would be in great pain."

Meng Zhiyi bit her lips tightly, tears bursting out again.

But this time, she didn't say anything, but tried hard to convince herself to face the separation that she had to learn.

Shen Que silently wiped her tears and gently stroked her back with his broad hands.

In the ward.

The housekeeper stood in front of the bed, leaning slightly forward, holding Madam Shen's hands tightly.

There was reluctance in his eyes, and he called her as usual: "Miss."

"Ache." Old Madam Shen called out a name softly.

The housekeeper smiled through his tears: "I'm here."

Madam Shen: "My life... my last life... is about to end."

"Ah Che, change back... I want to see... your original appearance."

"Okay." The butler responded, and the next second his old face turned back to his youthful appearance.

A glimmer of light appeared in Madam Shen's dark eyes again, as if she had returned to that snowy night and saw the system appear in human form for the first time.

Old Madam Shen smiled slightly and said the first thing she said when she first met him: "You are so beautiful."

Housekeeper: "The young lady is also beautiful."

Madam Shen: "I'm old..."

Butler: "You will never age. In my heart, you will always be the same as you were at the beginning."

Madam Shen smiled and closed her eyes, as if she had made a decision. She said slowly, "When this life is over, you can return to the Time and Space Bureau. Even if you start over from the lowest level system, with your ability, you will soon be the most powerful one again."

"Just don't be as stupid as before... don't be trapped again. If you meet an unreasonable host like me again..."

"No." The housekeeper interrupted her and said gently, "I won't meet anyone again."

"Miss, after you, there will be no one else."

A cold system has human emotions. It starts to become greedy and wants to keep this touch of warmth forever.

And once you grab it, you won't be willing to let go.

Old Madam Shen was stunned, but even more reluctant: "You...are confused..."

The butler didn't think so and continued, "A name is the shortest spell. That's what the young lady told me. The moment you gave me a name, you bound us together."

He has been a system for so long, and since he can remember, he has only been a cold number.

All previous hosts called him by his number, except this person, who smiled and praised him for his good looks and said he was clean, so let's just call him A-Che.

And these two words are the most powerful spell in the world, trapping him to this person.

The system enjoys it.

Old Madam Shen looked at him, her eyes full of affection.

Ever since she agreed to make a deal with the Space-Time Bureau, she knew this day would come.

This separation no longer provides the chance of seeing each other again like in previous lives.

Even though she had made the decision long ago, at this point, she still couldn't bear to leave the lover in front of her.

She held those warm and broad hands and said, "Meeting you is the best thing in my life."

Butler: "Me too."

Old Madam Shen laughed softly, then turned her head to look out the window.

Large patches of fiery clouds illuminate the entire sky brilliantly, with an orange-red hue filling it, like a magnificent painting.

She stared straight ahead, memories surging through her mind, replaying every scene of her life.

Those long-lost laughter and joy seem to be ringing in my ears at this moment.

The curve of Madam Shen's lips deepened, and her pupils were filled with a vast orange-red ocean, which gradually dimmed as the sun set.

The clasped hands tightened slightly.

A moment later...

Eternal, powerless, slowly falling away.

The housekeeper realized something and quickly grabbed that hand. A few hot tears fell down his lover's cheek and disappeared into his gray hair.

It seemed as if something was being pulled out of his body, causing his originally upright figure to gradually bend.

That handsome face turned old in an instant.

"I'll just call you Che?"

"Your eyes are clear and clean, I like it."

"It's unfortunate for you to meet such a bad host like me~"

"Ah Che, let's go see the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. Find a place where there's no one, just the two of us."

"Ah Che...I think I like you."

"Ah Che, can I stay here? I... don't want to do the mission anymore."

"Ache... Ache... Ache..."

My lover's calls echo in my ears.

He stood there like a stone sculpture, waiting for the last ray of sunlight outside the window to disappear. After watching the once bright eyes turn dim, he trembled and reached out his hand to slowly close those eyes.

"Miss, please walk slower and wait for me..." He said, leaning down and kissing her hand first, and then lowering his head and kissing her forehead.

"I'll come find you after I've taken care of my funeral. So don't walk too fast."

"Let's find a place where no one is."

"No one can separate us..."

As he spoke, he helped her up from the bed, patiently fixed her hair and appearance, and finally carried her out.

Shen Que and Meng Zhiyi, who were outside the ward, heard footsteps and looked up. Seeing the lifeless person in his arms, Meng Zhiyi's emotions suddenly collapsed.

"grandmother!"

Meng Zhiyi grabbed Shen Que's hand tightly and burst into tears.

People always say that the death of a loved one is not a rainstorm, but a long-lasting dampness of a lifetime.

In Meng Zhiyi's world, the first ray of light is her grandmother. In that dark and lonely abyss, it is this ray of light that guides her to find a way out.

The person who had been holding her hand from the beginning now stopped where he was, trying hard to push her forward.

Now, that light has left her.

From then on, she could no longer see that person when she looked back.

In the days to come, everything about grandma will cause a storm in every calm moment.