The traffic light turned red, so Tan Fuxi stopped the car and turned to look at Jiang Chunian with anticipation. "You can definitely save my cousin, right?"
Jiang Chunian didn't dare to make such a guarantee. After all, she was not a god who could bring people back to life.
Just as she was about to speak, Tan Fuxi spoke again hurriedly, "Siyu is a very good girl. She is the apple of the Lin family's eye and a treasure to all of us. She is gentle and beautiful, elegant and dignified, and she is also very considerate. She is as clear as the dew on the flowers in the morning. We all hope for her well."
A tear slid down from the corner of his eye. Tan Fuxi raised his hand to wipe it away, then forced himself to calm down and said apologetically to Jiang Chunian, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
"It doesn't matter." Jiang Chunian said.
Tan Fuxi took a deep breath and said, "I hope you can go all out later. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, we're willing to pay the price to save Siyu. If there's really no other way, we won't blame you."
"Maybe this is fate." Tan Fuxi said, "It's just that we don't really want to believe in fate."
"Okay." Jiang Chunian asked, "Do you have a photo of her or her birth date?"
Tan Fuxi took out his phone, opened the album and pulled out Lin Siyu's photo: "I don't have Siyu's birth date, only the photo."
Jiang Chunian took Tan Fuxi's mobile phone, and the light turned green, so Tan Fuxi continued to move forward.
"This was taken a few days ago and is a recent photo." Tan Fuxi said while driving.
Jiang Chunian didn't say anything and looked down at his phone.
The girl in the photo was wearing a plain dress, her body was very thin, and her face was pale. She was leaning softly on the head of the bed. Tan Fuxi was sitting next to her, putting his arm around her waist. The girl leaned weakly on Tan Fuxi's shoulder and smiled weakly at the camera, weak but very warm.
But something was wrong.
Looking closely at Lin Siyu's face, one can see that she has a full forehead and thick earlobes, a face that indicates both good fortune and longevity. She would have no problem living to the age of eighty, but her current condition is indeed one of premature death.
This is very contradictory.
Jiang Chu Nian asked Tan Fuxi: "Do you have any photos of her in her early years, before she got sick?"
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Tan Fuxi was very perceptive. "I changed my phone a year ago, and it only has photos taken in this year. The photos before that are all on my computer and in my photo albums at home. I don't know where Sixian has it, so I have to ask."
Jiang Chunian did not hide it: "I have carefully examined your cousin's face. She does not seem to have the fate of a short life. On the contrary, she should have the fate of a long and prosperous life. But I need to see her old photos and deduce her horoscope to know the exact fate."
Tan Fuxi nodded: "Yes, my cousin's face and fortune are both very good."
"In fact, families like ours believe in metaphysics and feng shui, and we have masters we know. When Siyu was still young, a master met her while visiting my uncle's house and said that she had a good face and would be happy in the future. My uncle and aunt loved her very much because of this.
Of course, Siyu herself is a very well-behaved and sensible child. Not to mention her uncle and aunt, all of us like her very much. Even Tan Fubei loves her very much. But no one would have thought that someone who was destined to be blessed with both wealth and fortune when she was young would suddenly fall ill, and the cause could not be found.
We did wonder if she was being harmed, but the master we were familiar with was in seclusion, so we couldn't contact her. We had to look for other masters. They looked at Siyu's face and calculated her birth date, but they all said it was strange. But they couldn't find the cause. We could only watch her grow weaker day by day, and watch her walk towards death.
Thinking about Lin Siyu’s death in his previous life, Tan Fuxi still felt heartbroken.
Jiang Chunian returned the phone to Tan Fuxi, but Tan Fuxi was driving. "Please help me call Lin Sixian."
Jiang Chunian opened the address book, found Lin Sixian's number, dialed it, and then turned on the receiver.
The call was connected after a while, and a young man's voice came from the other end, clear and a little cold, so pleasant that it made people's ears pregnant: "What's the matter?"
Tan Fuxi asked, "Sixian, do you have any photos of Siyu before she got sick on your phone?"
Lin Sixian paused before replying: "No, what's wrong?"
"Chunian wants to see photos of Xueyu in the past. Do your uncle and aunt have them in their mobile phones? If not, can you ask someone to send the family photo album over?" Tan Fuxi said.
"And the birth date." Jiang Chunian said.
Tan Fuxi: "Yes, and Siyu's birth date and time."
Lin Sixian paused, "Okay, I'll go get ready. How long will it take for you to arrive?"
Tan Fuxi: "It will probably take another fifteen minutes."
"Okay." Lin Sixian responded: "Anything else?"
Tan Fuxi glanced at Jiang Chunian, who shook her head. Tan Fuxi then told Lin Sixian, "No more."
"Then hang up." Lin Sixian quickly hung up the phone.
Jiang Chunian helped Tan Fuxi put his phone away.
Tan Fuxi brought Jiang Chunian to the hospital and led her to a separate building.
"Actually, Siyu doesn't like living in the hospital. Even though the VV ward in the hospital is very good, she still doesn't like it. She likes living at home. She says that everywhere has the smell of home, and it feels warm and safe. She likes taking walks in the yard. The air is filled with sunshine, the fragrance of grass and flowers. She likes..."
"Of course, my uncle and aunt want to fulfill her wish, but her health is so bad now. Her heart suddenly stopped a few days ago. If she hadn't been rescued in time, I'm afraid she would have died. How could my uncle and aunt dare to keep her at home? As long as we are alive, there will always be a miracle, right?"
Tan Fuxi looked back at Jiang Chunian.
Jiang Chunian nodded: "Yes."
There is hope only when you are alive. Even if you find out the truth after you die, it will be of no use.
Tan Fuxi led Jiang Chunian up the elevator. When they came out of the elevator, they saw a tall young man standing in the corridor. He was talking on the phone. When he heard the noise here, he turned around and looked over.
When Jiang Chunian saw that face, he couldn't help but cheer in his heart: So handsome!
The man looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His facial features seemed to be created by the magic of nature, so perfect that there was not a single flaw to be found. His demeanor was even more impressive.
He just looked at me casually, his deep eyes shining like stars in the sky, and like the deep sea swallowing everything.
All in all, just one word: Absolute!
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