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"Dad! Dad!"

"Daddy, Daddy!"

"dad!"

“…”

“…”

1:45 am, Union Hospital, Shatin, Hong Kong.

When the departing doctor asked the family to take care of themselves with regret, the huge corridor was suddenly filled with the sadness of Huang Zhan's family.

Zhou Yi, who was sitting on a bench outside with Qian Jiang, Gu Jiahui, his agent and others, looked up at the light bulb emitting white light, with no significant emotional fluctuations.

When Gu Jiahui saw this scene, he sighed somewhat, with a slightly complicated expression between his brows.

Death is the fairest thing in this world.

No matter how brilliant your talent is, your final destination is just a handful of soil and a small box.

Qian Jiang, who was about to turn 50 in the blink of an eye, felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart, but he quickly shook his head and put all these nonsense out of his mind.

I am still young, I am still young, in the prime of my life...

"Old Qian, let's go."

Zhou Yi came back to his senses, sighed, wrapped his jacket tightly around him, stood up from the bench and spoke.

He didn't like this atmosphere because he hated death, especially when the person who passed away was an acquaintance. Huang Zhan's death was the only one among his acquaintances who passed away.

Although he knew this day would come after he got to know Huang Zhan, Zhou Yi's mood still turned sour when that day really came.

Unlike Cheng Hao's father, he received timely and effective treatment at the beginning of the disease. When he met Huang Zhan, the latter was almost on the road of death countdown.

"Please both of you go, thank you very much."

Despite her sadness and the fact that she still had to deal with her affairs after death, the widow, Chen Huimin, still managed to pull herself together. After instructing her son to send Gu Jiahui away, she led the way for Zhou Yi who had hurried over.

Because the news of Huang Zhan's critical illness had spread, many reporters who wanted to get first-hand information gathered outside the hospital. With Zhou Yi's current status and fame, anyone who left the hospital through the main entrance would be surrounded and unable to move.

"I'll let you know the funeral time in two days."

"I will be staying in Hong Kong for the next few days. If you need any help, just ask."

Although this is just a polite remark and he has been working in Hong Kong for decades, he is a local tyrant, but he still has to understand the necessary procedures.

"Thank you. I—"

The moment he walked out of the side door, Chen Huimin was surprised to see that there were actually quite a few reporters with cameras waiting there - in the distance, visible to the naked eye, there were also many Hong Kong reporters running very fast towards him.

"Zhou Yi! May I ask how Uncle Zhan is doing now?"

"Zhou Yi Zhou Yi, is Uncle Zhan's condition serious?"

"Zhou Yi, are you here to see Uncle Zhan for the last time?"

"Zhou Yi..."

If it was normal, Zhou Yi might still want to chat with these reporters and pick up the conversation, but now he has no such idea at all. With a slight wave of his hand, the bodyguards who had originally gathered together to stop the reporters from approaching immediately showed their strength.

Just like pushing chickens, he pushed the group of people who were constantly crowding forward back!

The process was so violent that several cameras even fell to the ground.

"Zhou Yi! You——"

"roll."

After asking Chen Huimin to go back, Zhou Yi casually knocked the microphone out of a reporter's hand and got into the car without looking back. His tone was calm without any anger, and even his eyes were calm.

Seeing this, Qian Jiang decisively took out his wallet, took out a stack of money and threw it to the reporters whose machines were damaged: "Get lost! Fuck you, you idiots."

The pure black Cadillac SUV turned on its lights in Hong Kong in the early morning. The roar of the engine made the sprinters who tried to use the human wave tactics make way for it.

"The hotel has been booked. Yan Zi happened to be in Shatin doing promotions. I have asked Ji Shengshan to book a room."

"Well, thank you for your help."

Staring at the street lights passing by quickly outside the car window, Zhou Yi said without turning his head.

For some reason, he always felt a sense of panic in his heart.

This feeling was very familiar to him in his previous life. Whenever he was lying in bed alone in the dead of night, it would pop up in his mind, such as what will the world become after I die, what will happen in the distant future that I will never be able to see, etc.

Because his life has been smooth sailing all his life, it is almost impossible for such thoughts to arise in his mind.

After all, there are so many things to play with, and the colorful world is fascinating.

He didn't feel anything about Zhang Guorong's death, at most he just sighed a few words, but this time when it came to Huang Zhan, whom he was familiar with, he realized that he hadn't changed much - he was still the same person who was afraid of death in his bones.

The reason I didn’t care before was simply because I felt I was still young.

If he were to ask himself, he would definitely not be able to be as carefree as Huang Zhan when he was dying. He could even try to find joy in his suffering and choose a photo that looked festive for himself.

Seeing with his own eyes that Huang Zhan, who used to be in relatively strong spirit, had become unrecognizable due to illness, it was somewhat of a shock to Zhou Yi.

Whether in his previous life before his painless rebirth or in this life after he grew up, he had never encountered such a thing as death.

Although it didn't really hit him hard, his mood was visibly affected, and his mind inevitably started to wander.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll go back and take a hot bath and go to sleep. I must be feeling pessimistic because I've been staying up too late for too long."

Zhou Yi shook his head fiercely, as if he wanted to get rid of all the messy thoughts in his mind. Doctors say that staying up late will indeed make people's mood worse and more easily affected by some things.

All I can say is that fortunately his parents are still in good health. He forces the old couple to undergo a comprehensive physical examination once a year, and all indicators are within the normal range, which makes him feel much more at ease.

"Is the room card at the front desk? Or is it with Ji Shengshan?"

"Oh, Yanz put it away for you."

"?"

Hearing this name, Zhou Yi turned on the screen of his phone and checked the time: "It's already 2:30, she's still awake? Isn't she going to promote it?"

"If you ask me this, who should I ask?"

Qian Jiang shrugged, steered the car and sent Zhou Yi to the hotel.

When he walked into the elevator alone and went up to the 18th floor to Suite 1801, the door was ajar.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

"The door is not closed. There is only one suite on this floor. Just come in—"

Sun Yanzi, who was wearing a beige silk nightgown inside and a down jacket outside, rubbed her hands and blew out a breath, her feet in white cotton socks stepped on slippers. The moment she turned her head to look, her tone paused, and a sunny smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Yo, good evening."

"What are you doing up late at night? Do you plan to catch up on some sleep in the car tomorrow?"

"I am here to deliver dinner to you, after all. You can't be so ungrateful."

The woman immediately stopped smiling, pointed her right thumb at the restaurant bar behind her, and said with a pout, "No one is in the hotel kitchen at this time. I asked my assistant to buy this specially because I knew you rushed to Hong Kong and didn't even have a meal."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yi closed the door, took off his jacket and threw it on the coat rack, then changed into the shoes in front of the shoe cabinet, trying to keep his tone as relaxed as possible: "You knew I didn't eat dinner, so you ate two pieces of bread on the way."

But what surprised him was that Sun Yanzi did not admit it. Instead, he shook his index finger and denied it: "It's not me who knows it. Uncle Qian said it."

"?"

"I watched the breaking news, okay."

Wrapped in a large down jacket, he skipped to the bar, clasped his hands into fists and placed them on the counter. Sun Yanzi, who was hunched over, looked calm and said, "I guessed that you might be in a bad mood, so I ordered a little dessert for you."

Zhou Yi scraped off a layer of tiramisu with a spoon and put it into his mouth and glanced at her——

As their eyes met, Sun Yanzi grinned, his arms pressed against the table, his legs occasionally lifted off the ground, as if begging for praise: "How is it? Is it to your liking? I think this restaurant is pretty good."

She was wrapped in an oversized down jacket, the hem of which almost reached her heels. She looked like a child who had stolen adult clothes.

"good."

"That's fine."

Sun Yanzi raised his right hand, half of which was covered by his sleeve, and waved: "Then I'm leaving. You can take a hot bath after dinner and have a good sleep."

Zhou Yi glanced at her and said, "It's only been a few days since we last met. Why are you nagging like an old woman tonight?"

"I call this comforting. Do you understand what I mean by comforting me?"

This unique way of comforting really made Zhou Yi laugh. Which kind person comforts others like this?

"Oh, that's right. If you always have a stern face, no matter how handsome you are, you will look ugly. My grandma always said that good luck will come naturally if you smile often. There is some truth to the old saying."

Seeing that Zhou Yi finally had a smile in his eyes, Sun Yanzi nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his left hand, and placed his index finger on the corner of the man's lips, drawing an upward arc under his lowered gaze -

Done!

Zhou Yi did not stop her from painting on her face with her fingers. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this why you often show your big buck teeth when you smile?"

"?"

Sun Yanzi immediately withdrew his hand, and said in a rather exasperated tone: "What can I do with this? I can't just knock out all my teeth and make porcelain teeth, right?"

"Or get a lip filler?"

"Get lost!"

The sight of Sun Yanzi's puffed cheeks wrapped in an oversized down jacket dispelled Zhou Yi's gloom and he laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm going to ignore you. I'm going to go back and get my beauty sleep."

After muttering something, Sun Yanzi took a step back and turned around to leave, but Zhou Yi, who was fiddling with tiramisu, said something that made her pause -

"Thank you."

Sun Yanzi couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and proudly shook her short hair. She turned around and opened her arms to him, saying in a pretentious tone: "Be good, you're welcome, sister will hold you."

Zhou Yi immediately rolled his eyes and she laughed so hard that she couldn't stop.

"I'll just say thank you to you."

"What do you mean? If I give you a hug, wouldn't that be considered comfort?"

"Are you taking care of the child?"

"Aren't you just a child?"

Sun Yanzi, with a playful smile on his face, walked in front of him again, and under his gaze, he really opened his arms and hugged him, and then said seriously -

"Although I'm not very good at comforting and enlightening people, but...never mind, anyway, good night~"

"……Good night."

Feeling the residual heat from the veneer, Zhou Yi, who wanted to say something, held his words back in his stomach and said with a smile on his face.