Xie Jin sat there with his head down, he understood what Wen Liang said, he was indeed more obsessed with some illusory things than anyone else.

Whether it was because he took care of his teammate's death two years ago, or just because of his original promise to Ji Duan, he went straight to the hospital and almost lost his life.

Once promised, even if you risk your life, you have to do it. This is something Xie Jin engraved in his bones that is closer to a creed.

"I'm just... a little tired recently." Xie Jin didn't tell anyone, as soon as he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was the endless cycle of nightmares called the past, and He Nian's face lying quietly in the coffin.

Xie Jin slowly raised his hand to remove the warm plastic bag. He bought many kinds of breakfast according to everyone's taste, and now he was holding the flatbread egg that Wen Liang had just pushed open.

Xie Jin chewed the food in his mouth with some numbness. It seems that he hasn't settled down and tasted the taste of something like this for too long.

Wen Liang saw that Xie Jin, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, was finally willing to sit down and have a good meal, and he didn't ask any more questions. His words had already reached that point. As for how to understand the meaning of those words, it still depends on Xie Jin's own good fortune.

After a silent breakfast, Xie Jin called Lin Ranran. Apparently he wasn't the only one who had insomnia last night, because the girl didn't know where to get his cell phone number in the early morning and even sent him a text message.

They met at about eight in the morning, Xie Jin and Wen Liang arrived downstairs in the hospital before eight, and it was still the Secretary Liu who received them.

In the luxuriously decorated VIP reception room, Xie Jin sat on the soft sofa holding a cup of hot tea. He didn't go in. The main purpose of this meeting was to let Wen Liang see Ji Duan's situation, and he didn't want to stimulate the youth again early in the morning.

Secretary Liu stood behind Xie Jin like a well-dressed bodyguard, and from time to time he continued to drink tea with just the right temperature.

Seemingly aware of Xie Jin's unease, Secretary Liu turned around and picked up the small things on the closet, and handed them to him: "Mr. Xie should be very concerned about the progress inside, this may allow you to avoid meeting with President Ji. See everything in the ward."

Xie Jin subconsciously concluded that the gadget he handed over was a palm-sized remote control, a bit like an air conditioner remote control, but far more refined than that.

"Press the blue button in the middle, and the wall behind you will change." Secretary Liu reminded.

Xie Jin did as he did. He pressed the button, and the wall behind him made a slight noise. The wooden wall actually shrank toward the hidden groove above, and a mirror surface two meters long appeared on one side, and through the glass , Xie Jin could clearly see what was happening in the ward.

He recognizes this type of glass, which is most often used in interrogation rooms, and can see the prisoners' every move from the observation room. It is a one-way glass.

"In order to provide a quieter convalescent environment for VIPs in the municipal hospital, every room on this floor is equipped with this kind of equipment." Secretary Liu explained respectfully, and he saw that Xie Jin's face showed the same expression of yesterday again.

Obviously not wanting to explore more, Secretary Liu nodded to Xie Jin, "Then I'll go out first, you can call me anytime if you need anything."

The door was closed, but Xie Jin didn't seem to hear it. There was only one person in his eyes. He looked at the awakened young man in the ward through the one-way glass that was so bright that it didn't seem to exist there.

Ji Duan obviously also showed a sense of strangeness to Wen Liang, but his reaction was really not as strong as yesterday. He just raised his wet black eyes and looked curiously at the familiar white-haired man.

"This situation is rare, but OLD JI, your amnesia is missing, and the money owed to me can't help but pay back." Wen Liang sat down on the bed, and did not go to the eyebrows that the youth wrinkled together.

"I owe you money?" Ji Duan looked up and down at the white-haired man dressed as a Taoist priest in front of him. He didn't look like a guy who would have an intersection with him. "Did I ask you for a fortune-telling?"

"That's not true, but this one can be." Wen Liang took out a pair of round frameless sunglasses from nowhere, and put the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He suddenly grabbed Ji Duan's hand without the needle, shook his head and started talking nonsense.

"This benefactor, I see that your seal hall has turned black, and there will be inevitable disasters in the near future."

Ji Duan withdrew his hand without a trace. He stared at Lin Ranran who was standing aside and snickered. His eyes seemed to be asking whether this guy was reliable or not, and where did you find such a magician.

"...You wear sunglasses, it's strange that I don't turn black in the hall." Ji Duan endured, but still didn't explain the eviction order too clearly.

This gave Wen Liang a chance to take an inch. He suddenly pushed the sunglasses to his forehead and brought him in front of Ji Duan. The distance between the two was only a punch away, which is the kind of extremely short distance that is either a fight or a kiss. .

"No or no. The so-called disaster is emotional distress. Whether it's serious or not depends on whether you can resolve it yourself." Wen Liang patted the folds of his robe and stood up under Ji Duan's puzzled gaze, "We'll be visiting you a lot recently, Whether you can remember it or not is entirely up to you."

Wen Liang swayed lazily and walked out the door. As the door of the ward was closed, Ji Duan kicked off the quilt covering his legs that made him feel hot, and raised his eyebrows at Lin Ranran: "What the hell is that guy doing? ?"

"At that time, I was a good friend of my brother." Lin Ranran touched his brother's hand in a gentle manner, but her gesture was wrong, and it looked like she was taking the pulse.

Ji Duan slapped away the girl's cheeky smile, stared at the direction Wen Liang left, and asked, "Who else came with him, the one he mentioned just now?"

Lin Ranran was really confused by this question, her smile was a little stiff, and it was too obvious that her brother stared at him from a close distance so he couldn't tell a lie.

She could only pretend to be stupid, touched her silk-like long hair, and giggled: "What are you talking about, hahaha, did you hear me wrong?"

This was something Xie Jin asked her to do when she was chatting with Xie Jin insomnia in the early hours of the morning. Xie Jin said that if her brother asked, she should not tell him of her existence.

Lin Ranran naturally disagreed at first, she knew what Xie Jin had experienced after parting from her on that train, and the injuries on her body were the best proof.

The man that even her brother let her protect, after dragging that ugly broken body back, just told her not to say anything and let everything take its course?

But Lin Ranran was still persuaded because of Xie Jin's plain sentence "I will wait for him".

She suddenly slapped Ji Duan's uninjured arm hard, and after hearing her brother's "ouch", the girl stepped on her flat leather shoes and walked to the outside reception room.

What is this little girl doing?

Ji Duan, who was beaten for no reason, had a question mark on his face. He didn't understand why Lin Ranran, who was still joking with him just now, suddenly changed his face. The little girl was really inexplicable.

"Brother Xie Jin, Daoist Wen."

Lin Ranran closed the door of the ward behind her, and after ensuring that Ji Duan would not hear, she looked at the two on the sofa in the reception room.

Xie Jin was holding a cup of untouched tea, Wen Liang was sitting beside them, and they were waiting for Lin Ranran to come out.

"Can you change the place?" The taciturn Xie Jin suddenly asked. He put down the cup of cold tea and begged the girl standing there with his eyes, "I'm afraid he will be seen when he comes out."

Yes, Xie Jin is really afraid of seeing the young man with a splitting headache. He has experienced the feeling of being manipulated by the mind, but seeing Ji Duan trapped by forgotten memories is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Okay, you guys come with me."

Lin Ranran took the car keys from Secretary Liu, and she took the two of them to the underground garage by direct elevator, and then drove to a nearby coffee shop.

From entering the door to serving drinks, there are waiters following the whole process. There is no need to say a word or give a look. Xie Jin and Wen Liang follow behind Lin Ranran. Where have they seen such a battle? It was the princess who drove back to the palace.

However, Lin Ranran did not behave like an ordinary VIP customer. She didn't even say what she wanted to drink, and three drinks were served after a few minutes.

In front of her was a glass of snow-topped raw coconut latte, with cute candy embellishments on the milk cap. Xie Jin's was a cup of vanilla flavored latte. From the complicated latte art on it, it could be seen how solid the barista's skills are.

Only Wen Liang, he looked at the cup of inconspicuous black liquid, leaned over and smelled it, although he could smell the mellow aroma of coffee beans, but the bitterness could not be suppressed by the aroma.

"I said, you both drink sweets, what kind of thing is this for me?" Wen Liang took a sip, and immediately stuck out his tongue, with an expression on the verge of fainting.

"Espresso, I think it fits your temperament well. Taoists are all pure cultivators, so aren't they able to endure hardships?" Lin Ranran's smile is as sweet as the candy on her milk cover. This magical brain circuit Leaving Wen Liang speechless.

Xie Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he saw Wen Liang's face wrinkled by the mask of pain that had escaped the years, and pushed the cup in front of him away.

"Drink my glass, I'll take that one." He gently took the glass of espresso away and took a sip.

The bitterness spread on the tip of the tongue, and the aftertaste was the aroma of coffee beans. Although the taste was indeed a bit too bitter, compared with what he was going through in his heart, this bit of bitterness was nothing.

"Boss." The waiter brought over a cup of warm milk with discerning eyes. Lin Ranran waved him to go down. He snatched the condensed milk from Wen Liang's hand, poured the milk into it, and mixed it with a stirring stick.

"If you can't drink it, don't drink it. I actually want you to drink something sweet." Lin Ranran threw another bag of sugar into it, and then returned the diluted coffee to Xie Jin. Drinking something sweet will make you feel better."

"So you want to make me feel bad, just because I made a fool of your brother just now?" Wen Liang smothered the milky liquid, defending himself.

"It's up to you~hehe." The girl ghostly made a face at Wen Liang, she coughed twice to straighten herself up, and looked at Xie Jin very seriously.

"Brother Xie Jin, I have an unformed idea, which may help my brother recover his memory."