More than two o'clock in the morning, on the side of a remote road.

Li Jiaman hung up the phone, got into a black car, sat in the first seat, looked at the anxious woman in the passenger seat, and comforted: "Aunt Ye, it's okay, I'll take you away immediately after seeing my friend."

The woman was Madam Ye who was crazy a few days ago.

The difference from that day was that even though she was worried about something at this time, she seemed very rational.

Mrs. Ye nodded and said thoughtfully, "After all, I have to leave, and I have to meet the most important person before I can leave with confidence."

Li Jiaman's fingertips with the mirror trembled, and she smiled, "Yes, she is my most important friend, and also a family member, someone who is closer than my parents."

Mrs. Ye knew her life experience, held her hand and patted her, and said with pity: "Jiaman, you will be very happy in the future."

Li Jiaman: "Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life."

Madam Ye smiled lovingly.

Suddenly, her smile froze, her expression changed suddenly, and she said sharply, "Drive!"

Li Jiaman was startled, and immediately started the car to drive forward. From the rearview mirror, he saw a car following them quickly.

"Come on." Madam Ye said anxiously.

Li Jiaman responded in a panic, adjusted the speed to the fastest, and suddenly saw a car in front of him crashing.

The front of the car collided, making a loud crash.

In the flash of calcium carbide, Mrs. Ye leaned over to protect the girl in the driver's seat, and said the last sentence in a short time, "Jiaman, live happily."

Li Jiaman's eyes widened, tears bursting out.

...

A man got out of the heavy car, wearing a prepared special helmet on his face, and walked to the door of the other party's car.

Reaching out his hand to open the car door, after confirming that Mrs. Ye was dead, he pulled her away indifferently, looked at the girl who seemed to be in a coma under her protection, took out a syringe from her pocket, and stabbed it into the skin of her arm.

Then turned away.

After he left, Li Jiaman slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he managed to look at Mrs. Ye who was riddled with scars. He was emotionally broken, and choked out, "Auntie, agree to leave here together, don't leave me behind."

No matter how she called, Mrs. Ye never responded.

Her spirit gradually lost, and in a trance, she saw a man and a woman walking towards her.

The girl held her hand with a heavy expression and opened her mouth to say something to her.

But she couldn't hear.

Li Jiaman squeezed the girl's hand with the last of her strength, and smiled weakly: "Xiaoyan, am I really ugly now, you... save my aunt, she is a very good person."

Mingyan restrained the discomfort in her heart and said calmly, "The ambulance has been called, Sister Jiaman, be strong."

"Xiaoyan, it hurts so much. My whole body hurts everywhere."

"No pain, no pain, pain blows away."

Just like the day in childhood, the girl stopped Aunt Li and brought Xiao Jiaman home, and cautious and solemn rubbed medicine for her to comfort her.

Time goes by, no matter how much has changed.

They are not them.

But it's still them.

...

Hospital.

Li Mo looked at the woman sitting on the chair in the corridor, stepped over, and announced calmly, "Mrs. Ye can't be rescued, and I have informed her family."

Mingyan said, "Well, sister Jiaman is fine. The doctor said that her injury is not serious, and she will be fine when she wakes up."

Li Mo sat down beside her, stared at her quietly for a moment, embraced her with open arms, and said in a low voice, "If you're sad, let it out, cry in your brother's arms and others can't see it."