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Jiang Mian sat up. She had only been awake for a short while when everyone arrived.

Song Wan was afraid that her emotions would affect Jiang Mian and make her sad, so she went out first.

Gong Yan walked in, looking very haggard and tired.

"Yan Yan." Jiang Mian looked at her, smiled, her voice weak but her expression gentle.

Gong Yan's eyes were a little red. She sat down next to Jiang Mian and tried to speak several times, but she was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions and start crying, so she held back.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Mian pondered for a moment and said, "It's okay, go ahead and say it, I can accept anything."

Having already died once, I still have the courage to face reality.

Gong Yan didn't speak immediately, but raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "We had no other choice."

"I know."

“After you left, Lu Bozhou went mad. He tried everything. He even stayed at a temple for a while. After that, his paranoid madness improved a lot... at least that’s what Song Xun told us.”

Gong Yan continued, "I'm more inclined to believe that his condition only started to improve after he was hospitalized for a period of time to treat his paranoia. But given the current situation, there's nothing we can do. We have to try whatever we can."

Gong Yan raised her hand again, quickly wiped her eyes, sniffed lightly, and tried to steady her voice.

"Jiang Yu and I went to the temple that Lu Bozhou had visited before."

Even if it's metaphysics, I'll give it a try.

But judging from Gong Yan's expression at this moment, Jiang Mian knew that the situation was definitely not good.

"What the old master said was too mysterious, I didn't quite understand it, things like cause and effect..." Gong Yan's voice was hoarse.

Perhaps it was because she couldn't understand, or perhaps it was because she didn't want to understand, but the mysterious words of the old master and the implied meanings made Gong Yan feel uneasy.

This wasn't the answer or outcome she wanted, so she didn't want to understand anymore.

Jiang Mian was in a relatively good mood, and even smiled slightly. "So, not only is there no way to help me medically, but I'm also beyond help from a metaphysical perspective."

Gong Yan gripped Jiang Mian's hand tightly, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice low and hoarse, "That person said you would have a second chance because of your karma with Lu Bozhou, so now that he's in trouble, you'll be dragged down with him..."

Gong Yan shook her head vigorously. "It's all nonsense, there's no scientific basis at all. I don't believe it. I contacted a team of experts who specialize in studying difficult and complicated diseases."

But Jiang Mian's thoughts differed from Gong Yan's after hearing this.

She paused for a moment, then nodded. "That makes sense. My existence has no scientific basis whatsoever. The cause and effect between me and Lu Bozhou..."

Jiang Mian glanced at the man on the hospital bed, "Perhaps we're destined to be entangled with each other until death."

Perhaps this is the destiny between her and Lu Bozhou. Maybe that's why even if they could start over, it would still be a fight to the death.

If he can't go on living, she'll die with him. How to put it? This ending is quite in line with Lu Bozhou's stubbornness.

Jiang Mian thought she would be shocked, but when she actually heard this possibility, she wasn't surprised at all.

"No way!" Gong Yan didn't want to admit the possibility at all.

Jiang Mian got out of bed and comforted Gong Yan, "Alright, every day I live now is a bonus. What about Xiao Shitou?"

"His uncle took him to a cake shop outside to buy a cake, saying he wanted to buy you your favorite cake so you could eat it as soon as you woke up," Gong Yan said.

Jiang Mian nodded, "That's good. While I'm still awake, I can spend more time with my children and parents, and be with you all."

Before Gong Yan could speak, Jiang Mian squeezed Gong Yan's hand. Gong Yan noticed that when Jiang Mian squeezed her hand, her fingers were weak and limp.

"Then, give me some more time to settle things afterward, that's all." Jiang Mian looked at Gong Yan, "Wait for me to wash up and clear my head, then I'll talk to you about... my will."

Gong Yan's eyes immediately reddened, but she tried her best to hold back her tears until Jiang Mian went into the bathroom, at which point Gong Yan's tears finally burst forth.

Looking at Lu Bozhou, who was unconscious on the hospital bed, a surge of intense anger welled up inside her.

Gong Yan couldn't hold back any longer and went over to grab Lu Bozhou's hospital gown by the collar. "Is this what you wanted? To die yourself and drag Jiang Mian down with you? If you don't wake up soon, Jiang Mian will die! Do you hear me? Jiang Mian will die soon!"

Gong Yan's voice was low, each syllable incredibly suppressed, falling into Lu Bozhou's ears.

The lines on the monitoring equipment showed a slight, barely perceptible fluctuation after Gong Yan said those words.

Jiang Mian spent several days carefully with her family, during which time she also prepared her will.

In his will, he made proper arrangements for his parents, children, friends, as well as for Jiang Mian's mother and younger brother.

It wasn't a perfect arrangement, but it was the best arrangement Jiang Mian could think of in such a short time.

She hadn't slept much in the past few days, not because she wasn't tired, but because she felt that if she fell asleep, she might never wake up again.

So I was practically forcing myself to stay awake.

To put it more simply, it's like... a final burst of energy before death, as if it's burning out its last bit of life force.

Jiang Mian didn't believe before that people would have some awareness when they were about to die.

But now it seems that this may indeed be true; people do have certain awareness before they die.

The weather was beautiful that day.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the hospital room window. Jiang Mian sat leaning against the bed, knowing she could no longer share a room with Lu Bozhou.

Considering Jiang Mian's current physical condition, which seemed to indicate that her life force might be failing at any moment, Song Xu prepared a separate ward for her, right next to Lu Bozhou's ward.

The warm sunlight streamed onto Jiang Mian's hospital bed. She stretched out her hand, her pale fingers bathed in the sunlight.

Warmth spread through my cold fingertips.

Jiang Mian gently rubbed her fingers together, then looked up at the door leading to the outer room of the ward. From her angle, she could see the sofa perfectly.

The child is playing with a puzzle with his uncle on the sofa, the maternal grandmother is peeling fruit next to him, and the maternal grandfather is looking at his phone while wearing reading glasses.

Gong Yan stood to the side, holding a stack of files.

The weather was great, the atmosphere was great, everything was great.

Jiang Mian took off the oxygen mask from her face. She originally wanted to call out to them, but then she looked at the peaceful scene outside.

I felt a little reluctant.

With pale fingers, Jiang Mian fastened the oxygen mask back onto her face, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at the scene outside, her vision gradually swallowed by darkness.

The monitoring equipment started beeping sharply in the ward.

Jiang Mian didn't even have time to see how they rushed in; she had already closed her eyes.