Reborn and awakened, this time I won't be a love-struck fool.

Zou Xun squatted too low, and his collar was pulled up too high.

Li Ma bent over, her back hunched, and strained to examine the boy's face from two steps away.

Zou Xun vaguely sensed that someone was watching him, but he was too listless to even speak.

On the contrary, Zou Lian came out of the bathroom, applying hand cream while humming a little tune, until she saw a middle-aged woman staring lewdly at her son.

"What are you doing?!"

Zou Lian hurriedly threw the hand cream into her bag and strode over aggressively.

The fruity scent of the hand cream mingled with the cheap perfume she was wearing, and when it was blown directly at Li Ma's head, the stench made her eyes water.

Li Ma paused for a moment, a smile on her face, "I just... saw this child wasn't feeling well and wanted to check on him. Is this your child?"

"This is my son," Zou Lian said, arms crossed, glaring at her. "He doesn't need your concern."

Li Ma: "..."

Why is this person so impulsive?

"I didn't mean anything by it," Li Ma explained. "I have two children, about the same age as this child, so I just paid more attention."

"Oh." Zou Lian bent down to help Zou Xun up, and said calmly and indifferently, "Then thank you."

Li Ma: "..."

In those two or three brief exchanges, Li Ma deduced that this woman had a bad temper and was not easy to get along with.

So she had no choice but to follow the two of them silently.

She wrote down the ward number and then quietly left.

-

The Xie family.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was as if it were frozen solid, with a suffocating silence filling the air.

The glamorous celebrities and CEOs who usually appear respectable in public have shed their refined and dignified facades, revealing their hideous faces.

Ji Huai stood by the long table, leaning on it with one hand, looking at Xie Xingbang expressionlessly.

Xie Xingbang held his phone and replied to a message.

He straightened his rumpled tie and silently stood up.

Ji Huai curled his lips into a mocking smile and asked, "You absolutely have to go to this hospital?"

Xie Xingbang pointed at Ji Huai and said, "I'll say it one last time. Xiao Xun is just like Xiao Huai. He's my own flesh and blood. He's sick and hospitalized now. I have to go. No one can stop me."

Ji Huai scoffed, "Hospitalized? Maybe it's just a cold or fever."

Xie Xingbang: "...What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything." Ji Huai turned around. "Go quickly if you want to. Congratulations on your family of three's early reunion."

Ji Huai went upstairs and stopped at the corner, placing one hand on the glass handrail, the icy touch clearly reaching her brain.

But nothing could compare to the chill in Ji Huai's heart.

She waited quietly, and heard the roar of the car starting up as it sped away.

She is an actress.

In his twenty years in the industry, he has played countless roles of joy and sorrow, and has embodyed countless different lives.

She knew all too well that their love was fleeting and that Xie Xingbang's heart had already changed.

What we need to do now is let him go.

But being caught up in the situation, she hesitated, wanting to give up but unwilling to do so.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Ji Huai snapped out of his daze and looked up.

Xie Yanhuai stood at the top of the stairs with a cold expression and asked, "Where did he go?"

Ji Huai pursed her lips. "Hospital."

"Which hospital?" Xie Yanhuai asked again.

Ji Huai answered irrelevantly: "What do you want to do?"

"My younger brother is sick, so as his older brother, it's only natural that I go to visit him." Xie Yanhuai stepped down and asked again, "Which hospital?"

Ji Huai gave the name of the hospital.

Xie Yanhuai left without looking back.

-

Li Ma, hiding in the hot water room, saw a nurse pass by and smiled kindly, "Nurse, what happened to the patient in bed number twenty-three?"

The nurse looked at her, puzzled. "Are you a family member of the patient in bed number 23?"

"No..." Aunt Li quickly changed her tune, "Yes, yes, yes."

The nurse said "Oh," and added, "Why don't you just go in and ask?"

Li Ma: "..."

She looked pale and sickly.

The nurse frowned: "Are you a family member of the patient in bed number 23?"

"Yes, that's me." Li Ma quickly came up with a solution. "I'm that child's grandmother. I had a little disagreement with his mother, and she's ignoring me now."

"Oh, I see," the nurse said. "It's alright, don't worry, it's just a simple fever and cold."

After the nurse left, Li's mother thought about it and felt that the boy looked a bit like Lin Si.

Although many people in this world look alike, it is not surprising that they have some similarities.

But Li Ma always felt uneasy and worried.

She has always trusted her intuition.

Li Ma took a deep breath, took out her phone, and called Lin Wu.

-

The phone rang while a facade of pleasantness was maintained at the dinner table.

Lin Wu took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID. She cleared her throat, stood up, and was about to leave when someone tugged at her clothes.

"What?" she asked impatiently, her tone harsh.

Lin Ying was taken aback for a moment, then asked somewhat irritably, "What call? Do I have to go outside to make it?"

As soon as he said that, everyone at the table turned to look at him.

Lin Wu cursed the man in her mind, then gave an awkward laugh and made up an excuse: "My good friend called me, it'll be quieter if I go outside to answer it."

Lin Yuan has always been quite indulgent towards the younger generation, saying, "Go on, go on."

Lin Wu took her phone and went outside.

The evening wind was rather chilly, so she tightened her sleeves and answered the phone, "Have the results come out yet?"

"Not yet." Li Ma spoke quickly, "I just met someone at the hospital who looks a lot like Xiao Si. He doesn't look very old, but his clothes are a bit trendy..."

Lin Wu's heart skipped a beat. "Is it that little green-haired guy outside the police station last time?"

"Oh right, that's him! And the earring too." Li Ma suddenly remembered after being reminded like that.

Lin Wu frowned: "Are you sick?"

"Yes, she has a fever," said Li Ma.

Lin Wu hung up the phone and was about to go inside to get her coat when she saw Lin Si leaning against a pillar next to the small garden, one long leg supporting his body and the other slightly bent, his blond hair disheveled by the wind.

His long, narrow black eyes narrowed. "Who has a fever?"

It's obvious they just arrived and haven't caught up with what came before.

Lin Wu patted his chest, still shaken. "You really scared me."

Lin Si gritted his teeth. "Is Xie Yanhuai running a fever?"

"No!" Lin Wu stared at him speechlessly. "I now seriously suspect that you have a crush on Xie Yanhuai."

After saying that, she turned and went into the west wing hall.

Lin Si was left all alone, covered in goosebumps.

As the light and shadow shifted, Jiang Fanxing sat by the window, the chandelier illuminating her entire body. She didn't say a word, leaning back in her chair, seemingly listening to someone speak, yet also appearing detached.

He doesn't fit in with the people around him.

"Mom..." Lin Wu said with difficulty.