Linghu Lan breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you can help me speed things up. As for the outcome, I know what I'm going to do. I don't want you to interfere too much. This is my own business. I just don't want my parents to go through the legal battle for me."
Qi Yue and Liu Mo looked at Linghu Lan deeply, then exchanged a glance, and both felt a special respect for her.
Qi Yue stood up and laughed, "I knew you'd say that. I'll take you to see the boss!"
...
In the pristine white hospital room.
Mo Tang lay quietly on the bed.
Linghu Lan stood silently in front of his bed, looking at his increasingly thin face, her heart aching little by little.
Six years!
What kind of perseverance did he have to keep going?
Linghu Lan sometimes asked himself honestly, wondering if he could have persevered. He might have ended his life long ago when his memories were in disarray. But he persevered and kept trying to survive. This perseverance alone is worthy of Linghu Lan's admiration.
Qi Yue said softly, "Since the system was improved and its 'performance' was reduced, his condition has stabilized a lot. However, as you know, the identities of bosses are random, and they are almost all people on the verge of death. I don't know what his situation is like in that world."
"Don't worry, he should be fine!" Linghu Lan said confidently.
"How did you know?" Qi Yue asked, puzzled.
Linghu Lan glanced at him silently and said calmly, "In all the time I've known him, I've never seen his transmigrated identity be simple. He's always either rich or noble, which is much better than the role your system assigned to me."
At this point, Linghu Lan harbored deep resentment. Almost none of her identities came from wealthy or noble families. Would it kill her to have a better identity?
Qi Yue thought about it seriously for a moment. He frowned and said, "Now that you mention it, it seems that way. Could it be that he developed some kind of program for himself?"
"I don't know! Your programmers should learn a lot from their boss."
Qi Yue: "..." This dog food came too suddenly.
"You know the boss very well."
"..."
Linghu Lan did not answer. They had been together for hundreds of thousands of years, and their bodies were intimately familiar with each other.
She can still clearly remember Mo Tang's appearance and personality in each world, as well as their usual little gestures.
But if what Qi Yue said is true, that Mo Tang has set up an automatic memory clearing and that she accepts the original owner's memories by default when entering each world, then is the Mo Tang she comes into contact with the real one?
I'm afraid not!
Mo Tang's true personality has never been revealed to her. From this point of view, she doesn't understand Mo Tang, doesn't know his past, and doesn't know if she can participate in his future.
Love is an unknown quantity.
But even if it's unknown, she wants to solve the problem herself and find an answer!
She thought for a moment and said, "Does his family know about his current situation? Has anyone come to visit him?"
"Yes! The boss's parents used to come often, but they're getting old and their health is declining, which is very worrying."
"Yes! I understand!" She could understand this feeling. For parents, the most painful thing is for white-haired people to bury their black-haired children. Seeing how much her mother had aged in three years, she knew how painful this feeling was.
"So later, we also advised the elderly to come less often, otherwise, it would be saddening to see them every time, which would be worse."
“That’s right! You did the right thing.” Linghu Lan sighed.
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