The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

All kinds of sounds mixed together, appearing vague and uncomfortable.

The faceless people looked particularly strange. They just stood quietly not far from Song Jinmian, repeating the same words.

Jiang Huanhuan was stunned for a long time before she realized that this was Song Jinmian's memory world.

Perhaps all of this was a replay of the major events that Song Jinmian had experienced.

And at this moment, these people were saying the same thing again.

"How pitiful! His legs are broken, and he looks like a ghost, not a human. Where can you see the noble aura he once had..."

Seeing that the voice was about to sound again, the seemingly compassionate words were mixed with an unconcealable gloating.

Jiang Huanhuan went up and slapped each of them in the face.

"How pitiful—"

"Snapped!!!"

“It’s really—”

"Snapped!!"

"real--"

"Snapped!"

One per person.

Unfortunately, the puppy only has two hands, and there are three people gossiping in front of him, so sometimes he is too late to wave his hands.

Fortunately, after the initial confusion, she quickly found the pattern.

The first one to speak is on the left, the second one on the right, and the last one in the middle.

"Clap clap-"

Jiang Huanhuan was very adept at slapping people.

Before the other person could even open their mouth, Jiang Huanhuan had already slapped her hand in the other person's face.

The crisp sound of slapping someone in the face was repeated over and over again, and Jiang Huanhuan became more and more proficient.

Even later, she gradually discovered that something was wrong.

Why is there no sound?

Jiang Huanhuan couldn't help but look up, only to see three people with swollen faces, looking towards her without saying a word.

Perhaps the other party wanted to see her appearance clearly, but unfortunately she had no facial features, so he couldn't see it.

Instead, Jiang Huanhuan felt a strong sense of being watched from behind.

She turned her head as if she had sensed something, and suddenly met Song Jinmian's eyes.

At this moment, most of Song Jinmian's face was covered by the dazzling gauze, revealing only his thin and smooth jaw. His inky eyes stared at her, lifeless.

He was like an oil painting, with thick and dark colors forming his outstanding yet cold posture and outlining his stunning face.

Handsome male ghost.

After looking at each other for a long time, I always felt that he would walk out of the oil painting.

...wait, it's not an oil painting.

"Song Jinmian!" Jiang Huanhuan shouted happily, ran two steps towards Song Jinmian, but suddenly thought of something.

She looked around, picked up the tape from the table beside her, and directly taped the lower half of the faces of the three people. Then she ran towards Song Jinmian with peace of mind.

Jiang Huanhuan reached out and wanted to hold his hand.

The fingertips feel cold.

The next moment he actually avoided it.

"Sorry, I don't know you." Song Jinmian looked away, his tone unprecedentedly cold.

Jiang Huanhuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "Then I'll shut them up for you! I'm on your side!"

Song Jinmian remained calm: "Thank you, but I don't need anyone to stand on my side. You and I have nothing to do with each other."

Song Jinmian, who is stubborn and unyielding.

This is the first time I've met Jiang Huanhuan.

Despite hitting a wall repeatedly, Jiang Huanhuan still managed to laugh out loud.

Then she grabbed Song Jinmian's hand.

"It does matter. I'm your future wife!"

"I know you have dimples on your back, I know you have a mole behind your ear, and I know you like to hold soft things in your hands when you sleep, like my belly and legs—"

Jiang Huanhuan's consecutive words suddenly broke Song Jinmian's unshakable attitude.

He covered Jiang Huanhuan's mouth with his backhand.

"Okay, I believe you." He said immediately.

Although he said he believed it, his expression was still a little bit incredulous.

His movements and even his gaze fell on Jiang Huanhuan cautiously, as if he was touching something that could break at any time.

Jiang Huanhuan was generous and allowed Song Jinmian to touch her.

Even when Song Jinmian retracted his hand, she took the initiative to hold his hand and put her cheek in his palm.

Song Jinmian finally had a smile on his face: "It seems that my future life is better than I imagined."

Jiang Huanhuan immediately squeezed his hand and said loudly, "You deserve the best in the world! You will be the happiest person in the world!"

She didn't wait for Song Jinmian's response, and the scenery around her changed again.

The hand in front of me suddenly became empty.

The light around me grew dimmer.

Jiang Huanhuan turned around and looked around in confusion.

Familiar house!

This is the house where she used to live!

"Song Jinmian!"

Jiang Huanhuan immediately turned around to look for Song Jinmian.

According to the routine of the previous two times, Song Jinmian must be nearby. This is the scene he constructed.

Indeed, Jiang Huanhuan quickly found Song Jinmian.

One fell beside a wheelchair, with a pile of medicines and manuscripts scattered around.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but the light here has become darker, and Song Jinmian’s disheveled figure is almost blending in with the surroundings.

"Song Jinmian!"

Jiang Huanhuan's first reaction was to rush in front of Song Jinmian.

However, when her hand touched Song Jinmian, she did not feel anything real, but passed through it easily.

Song Jinmian was unaware of her presence.

Jiang Huanhuan looked around anxiously, trying to find clues.

Finally, her gaze fixed on the drawing paper.

Those drawing papers were all painted with her image.

However, none of the people on the drawing paper had facial features, and even if they did, they were eventually torn to pieces.

Nothing like her at all.

Perhaps Jiang Huanhuan's existence in his memory was unstable.

That's why Jiang Huanhuan couldn't touch him.

"Song Jinmian, Song Jinmian, Song Jinmian!"

Jiang Huanhuan called out to Song Jinmian several times and tried to push things over to make some noise, but it was all in vain.

It seemed like she shouldn't be here.

Jiang Huanhuan could only get closer to Song Jinmian, but she was helpless against his sad and empty gaze.

She couldn't touch Song Jinmian, nor could she prove her existence.

The mental illness diagnosis beside him was torn into pieces, and the densely packed words formed sharp edges, like a sharp blade slicing her heart.

She exists.

She does not exist.

[I have traces of her life, I have this memory! ]

[…You may just be fantasizing about someone loving you.]

Only when she saw it with her own eyes could Jiang Huanhuan realize how bad Song Jinmian's condition was.

Bloodshot eyes, emaciated body, desperate gaze, and dejected posture.

But just now, she ignorantly said that he would be the happiest man in the world.

Time has become a concept, and people are completely unaware of its existence.

Maybe it's just a brief moment, or maybe it's ten thousand years.

She stayed quietly beside Song Jinmian, feeling his sadness.

As the light around them gradually dimmed, the darkness surged in like a tide, completely drowning the two of them bit by bit.