reignition

Song Xun usually had a very composed expression, and it was rare to see such an exasperated look on his face.

On the contrary, Lu Bozhou's expression remained quite calm at this moment. Seeing Song Xun's exasperation, Lu Bozhou even showed a slight smile.

"Don't be nervous," Lu Bozhou said.

"Not nervous? What do you mean not nervous!" Song Xun was so angry he could hardly breathe. "You don't know, do you? If he comes, he's coming to fight you to the death!"

Lu Bozhou's gaze was indifferent. Of course he knew, but regardless.

“This is the only time.” Lu Bozhou looked up at Song Xun. “Just do as I say. I’ve already arranged everything that needs to be arranged.”

Song Xun gritted his teeth, "Didn't you ever think about what would happen to Jiang Mian and Lu Chaochi if something really happened to you? What would they do?"

Lu Bozhou was silent for a few seconds, then sighed softly and looked up at Song Xun. "We're friends, so please don't hurt my feelings at a time like this."

Song Xun pursed his lips for a moment, muttered a rebuke, and turned to leave the ward.

Jiang Mian filled a bathtub with hot water in the hotel room, intending to take a bath and relax.

I glanced at my phone at the message Gong Yan had sent before boarding the plane.

I'm really fed up with you. I knew you wouldn't admit it until you're faced with dire consequences. If you get hurt or hurt again, don't come crying to me!

Shortly after that message, another message appeared.

Forget it, just come and cry to me. Who else can you cry to? Damn it, I must have owed you something in my past life...

I'm heading to the airport now. I booked the earliest flight, but I won't arrive in Jiangcheng until very late. My return trip to Luocheng won't be until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

Jiang Mian immersed herself in hot water, looked at the messages from her friends on her phone, curled the corners of her lips, and tapped her finger on the screen.

I replied with: 【Thank you for your hard work. You're definitely the only one who treats me the best】

After putting down her phone, Jiang Mian soaked comfortably in the hot water and somehow fell asleep, though not soundly.

I was lost in a dream, half asleep and half awake.

For a moment I didn't know where the scene in the dream was; it was black and white, like a silent film, and I couldn't see it clearly.

Then, the image gradually became clearer and gained color.

The initial color was large swathes of white cool light, and then, within the bright cool light, a pale blue color began to appear.

Jiang Mian vaguely recognized it; it seemed to be the cold light from the hospital lights and the light blue of the non-slip floor.

Once the picture became clear, the sound gradually appeared as well—the sound of various instruments, beeping and ticking, one after another, creating a strangely lively atmosphere in what should have been a cold and sterile place.

Medical staff rushed to and fro, but it seemed no one could see her.

Jiang Mian found it a bit amazing.

She walked inside, but she didn't remember seeing such a scene in her memory.

But why are all the details of this scene so clear and distinct?

Jiang Mian quickly found the answer.

Because she saw the person lying on the hospital bed. Jiang Mian's eyes widened suddenly, her gaze filled with shock.

The person lying in the hospital bed... is myself.

Jiang Mian stared at herself on the hospital bed, suddenly realizing that she was in the hospital's ICU. Even though she had no memory of the place, she had definitely been here before.

Like this, lying on the hospital bed here.

Despite having guessed and heard about how much suffering she endured in the ICU before she died.

But because I can't remember, it never really felt real.

And now, it's right before our eyes.

All the senses rushed towards me.

She could clearly see how many tubes, wires, and instruments were inserted into her body.

Those dripping, cold yet lively sounds were all closely related to her life.

Jiang Mian felt a momentary difficulty breathing, even though it was just a dream.

She saw the somber entries on the medical record folder at the foot of the bed.

Amniotic fluid embolism...disseminated intravascular coagulation...acidosis...multiple organ failure...

After losing consciousness on the delivery bed, that was the end of her life. Only now is she realizing for the first time the extent of the danger she went through.

Every single term looks absolutely terrifying!

Jiang Mian felt she couldn't stay here a moment longer. She hurriedly left the ICU ward.

Jiang Mian stopped as she walked through the glass door.

She looked at herself in the glass, originally thinking that she probably wouldn't appear in the mirror in this state, since no one could see her.

But at that moment, he saw his own reflection in the glass.

Jiang Mian was stunned.

This is not the current Jiang Mian's face.

The face reflected in the glass was that of Jiang Mian, her past self.

That's the face on the sickbed, barely alive, from just now.

Jiang Mian raised her hand and touched her face, finally beginning to seriously consider what exactly was going on.

Was it a dream? But why would I dream of such a scene, one that I have no memory of but feels as if it happened before?

Jiang Mian walked through the gate.

She wandered around outside like a headless fly. After passing a few rows of chairs, she suddenly stopped.

Over there, on those rows of chairs, sat several figures, stiff and listless, like statues.

Song Wan's face was pale, and she looked almost ten years older in just a few days.

Jiang Shan was similar. Sitting next to Song Wan, in just a few days, he went from a vigorous middle-aged man to an old man who looked so heavy and aged.

Jiang Yu stayed by their side; he had lost a lot of weight, and his lips were chapped.

All three of them had blank stares, staring ahead, as if they were thinking about something, or as if they weren't thinking about anything at all...

Jiang Mian couldn't bear to see her family members like this. She walked up to them, but they had no idea she was there.

So, she could only swallow her heartache and leave dejectedly. She walked aimlessly down the long corridor.

But at the end of the corridor, outside the door to a terrace where people smoke, they saw a gaunt figure.

The man, who was always clean and tidy, sat on the floor of the terrace, leaning against the railing.

He was so thin he was almost unrecognizable, with a stubble beard, and the ground around him was littered with cigarette butts.

God knows how long I've been here, how many cigarettes I've been smoking.

A cold wind was howling, and he leaned against the edge of the fence, as if he might be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Jiang Mian had heard them mention what Lu Bozhou's situation was like back then.

But seeing it with my own eyes now still leaves me somewhat shocked.

She knelt down in front of Lu Bozhou, quietly looking at his gloomy eyes, which seemed to be filled with a heavy deathly aura.

There was no light in his dark, deep eyes.

Jiang Mian realized that perhaps this was not a dream, but a fragment of memory hidden deep in her subconscious.

Perhaps, when I was dying and unconscious in the ICU, my consciousness was like this now, floating around the ICU like a ghost, floating beside them.

Seeing their suffering, I felt helpless.