Like a wooden stick.

A hoarse, weak voice came from my ears, "Help me, take care of her."

who is she?

You know it without asking.

Yan Yuan's light gray eyes narrowed slightly, that hairpin belonged to Nan Song.

But he didn't know the story about this wooden hairpin.

Does the wooden hairpin represent their past?

*

Yu Jinwen had a big dream.

In the dream, a thin figure squatted in front of the tombstone, crying so hard that his shoulders kept shaking.

The cry was heartbreaking to hear.

He slowly approached and saw clearly that the photo on the tombstone was actually him.

He had a serious face, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of world-weariness.

I don’t even remember when it was taken.

The crying figure was even more familiar, so familiar that even by looking at her back, he could imagine her appearance.

It was a face that made him think deeply and dream about it for an unknown amount of time.

Is Nan Song crying for him?

Not only did she cry, she also scolded.

Call him a bastard, call him irresponsible, call him always so selfish.

He walked over and wanted to hug her and ask her to stop crying.

She was right, he was a bastard!

Don't cry over a bastard, you idiot.

But he opened his mouth and was speechless; he wanted to go over and hug her, but failed.

I could only watch as she raised her head, her face stained with tears.

Nan Song choked and scolded, "Why did you die just because you said you would? Didn't you say you wanted to compensate me? Didn't you want to reconcile with me? Come back to life if you have the ability!"

She cried so much that he felt distressed, but her words shocked him.

Xiaosong What does this mean?

If he hadn't died, would she have forgiven him?

"Little Song!"

He rushed forward desperately, but failed again. This time, Nan Song was missing.

Yu Jinwen opened his eyes.

The moment he woke up, he felt that his whole body had stiffened into a stone slab, and the overwhelming pain and powerlessness swallowed him up.

My vision went from blurry to clear.

"woke up?"

This familiar voice and familiar face surprised him.

Teacher Mu?

He unexpectedly met Teacher Mu who taught him painting. It seems that he is no longer alive, but where is this? Is it heaven or hell?

He opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Why did he become mute after death?

Teacher Mu pointed at his throat, "You just woke up and your throat hasn't recovered yet. Don't be in a hurry to speak. Drink some water first."

He dipped the cotton in some water and moistened Yu Jinwen's lips first. After he got used to it, he held the cotton with tweezers and squeezed some drinkable water into his mouth.

Yu Jinwen struggled to drink water as if he had been thirsty for eight hundred years, his throat rolled slightly, and he wanted to raise his head, but could not move at all.

Looks like a stiff puppet.

This state reminded him of the time when he suffered high-level paraplegia four years ago, but he didn't expect to experience it again.

Everyone is dead, why should they remain paralyzed for a while longer?

All kinds of thoughts were floating in my mind, and I heard the sound of footsteps, and then two people entered the room one after another, a man and a woman.

"Wake up."

The woman walked in first.

The moment he saw her face, Yu Jinwen's whole body was shocked and his eyes suddenly opened wide.
Chapter completed!