The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed again.

Then the strong smell of disinfectant came to my nose.

The dazzling white light was accompanied by the repeated alarm sounds of the machine. Jiang Huanhuan looked around in confusion and blinked after a while.

She realized that she was in the hospital and looking at the scene around her, she thought it should be a VIP ward.

Is there something wrong with Song Jinmian?

Thinking of this, she quickly searched for Song Jinmian nearby.

"Song Jinmian?"

She whispered tentatively.

Jiang Huanhuan wasn't sure if she could be sensed by anyone at this moment.

But inside the hospital, she didn't dare to make too much noise.

After the call, the surroundings were still quiet.

Only the sound of a machine nearby attracted Jiang Huanhuan's attention.

Her gaze rested on the hospital bed.

The pure white bed curtains blocked the view, revealing only a corner of the end of the bed. The curtains let in the sunlight from the opposite side, outlining a rough outline.

There was a person lying vaguely.

Jiang Huanhuan felt inexplicably uneasy. After standing there in a daze for a moment, she carefully approached the door of the ward.

Through the small window at the door, Jiang Huanhuan could only see pitch black.

This means that Song Jinmian is not outside...he is the one lying on the hospital bed.

"Song Jinmian!" Jiang Huanhuan quickened her pace and rushed forward, but when she was about to arrive, she was stopped by another voice.

"Huahua?"

A hoarse voice sounded in my ears, not as gentle as that of a young man, but sounded even deeper.

Familiar tone, unfamiliar voice.

Jiang Huanhuan's movements stopped for a moment.

"Song Jinmian?" Jiang Huanhuan asked uncertainly.

The slightly doubtful and tentative tone made the person on the bed pause for a moment.

"Can you please not come closer?" he suddenly said.

It was still a gentle voice, but with an attitude that could not be refused.

Jiang Huanhuan obediently stayed beside the bed curtain without moving closer, but was a little worried.

Jiang Huanhuan: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Jinmian suddenly laughed: "...I'm just old."

old?

Jiang Huanhuan's brain was a little confused.

How long has it been since?

But Jiang Huanhuan soon realized that this was probably what Song Jinmian had expected.

To be more precise, this is the thing Song Jinmian fears most in the future.

Jiang Huanhuan said, "So you've been worried about this?"

"You will not age, and it seems you will never die. You have already surpassed the existence understood by the world..."

Song Jinmian smiled bitterly and murmured:

"And while I've been waiting for you, day by day, month by month, year by year, even if I don't want to admit it, I've already had white hair on my temples."

"When you appear, I am happy, even time stops."

"When you left, time sped up again, like a fleeting white horse, passing by in a flash."

"I used to look forward to your return every day, but when wrinkles appeared at the corners of my eyes, I didn't want you to come back anymore."

"Even now, I'm glad I can still see you, but I'm also terrified you'll see me like this."

Jiang Huanhuan immediately took two steps forward, but was gently stopped by Song Jinmian again.

She opened her mouth to refute: "No, that's not the case. This is the assumption you are afraid of, not something that will happen in the future-"

How could she let Song Jinmian grow old alone?

Song Jinmian laughed softly.

It seemed like he was laughing at his own situation, and also like he was laughing at what Jiang Huanhuan said.

Dreamers are often not aware that they are dreaming.

And Song Jinmian is the same at this moment.

Although his health was deteriorating, his voice remained steady and composed, as if he had imagined this kind of participation a thousand times.

"Don't be afraid, you are a very smart child."

"You're a quick learner and very brave. I don't think anyone in this world would hate you."

"You'll be fine on your own... Oh, and you'll have the system to keep you company."

Song Jinmian's voice became increasingly low, gradually turning into a dream-like mumbling.

His voice was still filled with nostalgia, as if he had thousands of words to say to her, but in the end, it just turned into one sentence.

“Be happy.”

The ECG monitor issued a shrill alarm.

The surrounding scene turned into a void of black again.

Jiang Huanhuan was really sad.

Even by the time she realized it, tears had already rolled down her cheeks, covering her face.

It's like a little cat that can't find its home.

Sadness came like a huge wave, ready to drown Jiang Huanhuan in an instant.

Even in her saddest thoughts, Jiang Huanhuan even thought it would be better to just die.

Fortunately, this sadness did not last long.

She smelled a familiar scent.

The smell of bamboo, dew, stream, and berries.

The last scent comes from the body lotion she usually uses.

She was wrapped in a warm embrace.

Jiang Huanhuan suddenly opened her eyes!

Coincidentally, warm fingertips caressed the corners of her eyes, wiping away her tears.

However, these efforts were of no avail.

Because the next moment, more tears flowed.

Song Jinmian was a little surprised when he noticed the tears. The next moment, he buried her face in his chest and gently patted Jiang Huanhuan's back with his hand.

"Why are you crying so hard?"

Jiang Huanhuan opened her mouth to explain, but as soon as the words came out, she burst into sobs.

In the end, she didn't have time to say anything for a long time.

The puppy became angry and bit Song Jinmian's chest, grinding his teeth on the soft flesh to vent his anger.

Song Jinmian did not resist. Instead, he touched Jiang Huanhuan's back and tried to relax his muscles so that Jiang Huanhuan would not have to bite so hard.

Sadness and joy mixed together.

After crying and laughing, Jiang Huanhuan curled up in Song Jinmian's arms to rest.

After she regained her strength, Jiang Huanhuan said, "If I ever die, I will kill you."

Song Jinmian readily agreed: "Okay."

Well, she admitted that she was the most jealous and possessive person in the world!

Hearing Song Jinmian's affirmation, Jiang Huanhuan calmed down a little and said, "If you die, then I won't..."

The words did not come out smoothly.

Song Jinmian pinched her mouth and forced her to have a flounder mouth.

"That's unacceptable." Song Jinmian said, "You are so much younger than me, it would be a shame for you to die with me."

Jiang Huanhuan wanted to cry again.

Song Jinmian sighed and hugged her.

He rested his head on Jiang Huanhuan's neck and sighed, as if admitting defeat.

"The Godfather didn't mean to upset you."

Hearing Song Jinmian's tone of surrender, Jiang Huanhuan wanted to say something, but for a moment, the slow-witted puppy finally grasped the point.

"Have you regained your memory?"

She immediately lowered her head, and Song Jinmian also looked up as if he had noticed something.

Their lips touched gently.

"not quite."

"According to amnesia, I am the former Song Jinmian."