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Chapter 272. Dreams of the Past

"despair……"

Jiang Jianxin returned to the villa, enveloped in the darkness of night. The 3,000-square-meter mansion stood silent like a beast under the moonlight, with only the motion-sensor lights on the porch suddenly turning on as she approached.

The villa has many bedrooms, each with a different style. She didn't carefully choose her master bedroom, and since she was very tired when she came back late at night, she found the closest one and slept in a bedroom on the first floor with floor-to-ceiling windows.

After Jiang Jianxin finished washing up and lay in bed, she looked through the protruding French windows and saw that the main building of the villa was shrouded in darkness as if splashed with thick ink, its outline so blurred that it almost blended into the night. She was somewhat stunned.

“Ayu, I’ve realized that buying a house that’s too big isn’t good either.”

Jiang Jianxin sat alone on the bed, wearing Bluetooth, and suddenly spoke to A Yu.

"why?"

The artificial intelligence was online for a long time; almost the next second after she finished speaking, Ayu's voice came through the Bluetooth.

"The house is big, but it seems like I don't have any friends to live with."

Jiang Jianxin looked at his huge, dark house and said.

The night wind whistled softly through the carefully trimmed bushes in the courtyard.

In the distance, the outlines of other luxury villas disappeared into the darkness, maintaining a perfect distance from each other—in high-end residential areas, there are always green lawns, flower beds, and the like between two houses.

This means that the only light Jiang Jianxin could see from the window was the light on his own helipad.

An ordinary person has realized their dream of becoming rich and moved into a multi-billion dollar villa that even domineering CEOs in novels would have to grit their teeth to afford.

But she found that, apart from the initial joy of buying the house, after the intense novelty wore off, she didn't seem as happy anymore.

Loneliness was magnified three thousand square meters at this moment. Jiang Jianxin looked at the pitch-black night and thought of his friends.

—If you really want to count her friends, she seems to have quite a few: Zuo Siquan, Xie Yan, Christine, Chu Zhibai…

However, unlike her friends, her friends are also well-known high achievers, each with their own careers and villas, so it's impossible for them to live with her.

The awkward thing about being too high-status is that you lose the joy of ordinary girls watching TV dramas together in a small room with their best friends.

Jiang Jianxin didn't feel anything at first, after all, even with her unparalleled abilities, she could only be a lone wolf in the apocalypse.

But now, facing the 90-square-meter bedroom, there's a full 2910 square meters of pitch blackness—

Loneliness has taken on a vague form.

"Is it because of the house... that the caretaker feels lonely?"

Ayu asked over Bluetooth.

Jiang Jianxin gave a barely audible "hmm".

Artificial intelligence did not speak.

Just when Jiang Jianxin thought it would also remain silent if it couldn't answer, like its intuition suggested, the whole house suddenly lit up.

In an instant, the 3,000-square-meter villa was illuminated, crystal chandeliers refracted colorful halos, tassel lamps swayed gently in the windows, and the blue light from the indoor hot spring and the starlight lamps decorating the eaves complemented each other, transforming the entire building into a dazzling crystal palace.

Jiang Jianxin stood there, stunned. Her fingers unconsciously covered her slightly parted lips. The light and shadow outside the French windows were reflected in her dark pupils, as if the dazzling lights had also illuminated the darkness in her eyes.

"Sorry, administrator, it was A-Yu who didn't think it through."

A super AI's electronic voice sounded through Bluetooth, carrying a polite apology.

"I just freed up computing power to take over the villa's lighting system and turned on all the lights for you. I hope this will make you feel better."

Looking at his brightly lit villa, Jiang Jianxin suddenly felt the gloom in his heart disappear.

She lay in bed, covered herself with the blanket, and looked at the light coming through the window, feeling a strange sense of peace.

"Don't feel lonely, Ayu will keep the administrator company."

The AI's voice was flat and remarkably calm. Jiang Jianxin comfortably closed his eyes, hearing A Yu whisper in his ear:
"Good night, admin."

……

Perhaps because his daytime experiences were too bizarre, Jiang Jianxin fell into a dream for the first time ever after falling into a deep sleep.

She saw herself sitting in a pale hospital room, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant, with cold medical equipment surrounding a hospital bed.

A boy lay on the bed, his face blurred and indistinct, only his outline vaguely discernible—thin and pale, like a sketch soaked with water.

His body was covered in tubes, and the IV fluid dripped down like a silent countdown. The buzzing of the monitor was particularly jarring in the quiet ward.

After an unknown amount of time, the buzzing stopped abruptly.

The doctor came over and removed part of the catheter. The boy slowly opened his eyes, his gaze passing over the cold instruments and looking straight at her.

Jiang Jianxin couldn't see his expression, but she inexplicably felt a pang of heart palpitation.

She saw herself pull an exquisite cake model from her pocket, covered with candles, the flames flickering gently in the cold light of the hospital room.

She held the cake to the boy's lips, and he gently blew out the candles. The two smiled at each other, as if the warmth of this moment was enough to ward off the chill of the whole world.

The dream suddenly shifted.

The piercing hum of the machines was still there, along with those cold, hard pipes.

The boy suddenly raised his hand and gently grasped her fingertips.

His strength was so light, like a feather, or like a wisp of mist that might dissipate at any moment.

"...Tomorrow will be my last attempt to save him."

His voice was so weak it was almost inaudible; each word seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
“Sister…remember…to take off my breathing mask…”

"Only in this way...[regretfully] can I find you..."

He paused, as if even breathing had become difficult, but he stubbornly continued:
"...in the long future...to help you..."

Jiang Jianxin's fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

She gripped the boy's pale hand tightly, as if she could hold onto something, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word.

The scene suddenly distorted.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing outside the ward.

Under the pale corridor lights, the doctor took off his mask and shook his head wearily.

In that instant, she felt her blood freeze, yet her legs moved uncontrollably inside.

The boy on the hospital bed was surrounded by various medical equipment. Under the breathing mask, his brows were furrowed, and every weak breath seemed to indicate that he was enduring great pain.

Jiang Jianxin saw his hand trembling as he raised it—

"Clap."

The sound of the breathing mask hitting the ground was particularly jarring in the deathly silent ward.

The sound from the electrocardiogram monitor suddenly became incredibly clear:

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The mechanical beep gradually lengthened.

"Drip... drip..."

Ultimately, it turned into a despairing—

"drop------------"