Sure enough, in the middle of that night, Mu Shien dreamed of his biological father, Mu Lian.

All the details she had forgotten were repeated in her dreams.

It was indeed an inconspicuous night.

At the time of the accident, it had not yet rained.

Mu Lian was riding a bicycle, and when he crossed the street, he was crushed directly under the cargo box by a large truck that was speeding and wanted to turn but accidentally overturned first.

The person died on the spot.

And at the last moment, he desperately pushed his daughter Mu Shien out, and Mu Shien brushed shoulders with death.

It was just three feet from the death line.

She even remembered that there was a loud "bang" that drowned out all the small sounds, and the smoke and dust that swirled up in the sky were mixed with a smell of blood.

At only 6 years old, she was terrified.

She didn't even know what was going on.

She sat on the ground, almost run over by passing vehicles, and it was the intersection where traffic was quickly paralyzed. Everyone noticed that a large truck had overturned.

But few people know that there is a person pressed under the cargo box.

A well-wisher got out of the car and helped Mu Shien up, asking her if she was okay, she just pointed to the truck and muttered with tears streaming down her face:

"My dad...... My dad ...... My dad ......"

When the police arrived to cordon off the scene, it rained heavily, and when the big truck was pulled away, Mu Shien was still staring at the cargo box that was about to be lifted away, soaking wet.

"Whoa—"

The sound of rain is dragging everything.

At that moment, the pouring rain suddenly turned into a crackling sound, and she looked up to see a large black umbrella propped up on her head.

The moment the container was carried away, she looked over uncontrollably.

At that moment, a pair of large hands gently covered her eyes.

She fell into darkness, and only remembered that a scent lingered on the tip of her nose, quietly enveloping her in that small world of tranquility for the time being.

Later, she smelled the incense again in the hospital.

My mother had been crying outside the morgue for a long time, and she stood alone in the corridor, her thin body looking miserable in the dim light.

She was so stunned that she forgot to cry again.

There was a steady sound of footsteps behind her, accompanied by the faint fragrance, her empty gaze suddenly became a little more urgent, and she looked back.

A young man in a white coat, tall and straight, stood in front of her, as majestic as a mountain.

He stretched out a good-looking hand, Xu is usually holding a scalpel, out of his pocket, and gently handed the things in his hand to Mu Shien.

Mu Shien was stunned to take it, a cool touch.

It's a cold drink.

Instead of reaching back, he touched her head.

"In the future, remember to look at the stars often."

A man who had never known her life, on the occasion of her father's loss, gave her a bottle of cold drink, and such a sentence, she opened a pair of big red eyes, just looked at him like this, and forgot to say thank you.

At this moment, a police officer came behind him:

"Dr. Xi."

The moment he turned around, Mu Shien noticed the nameplate on his chest.

I realized that the original word, reading the seat.

It was like a flash in the pan, and it has not been seen since.

She looked at the bottle of drink, the purple grapes on the package, and in the broken teardrops, it became more and more crystalline.

Mu Shien never drank this bottle of soda.

She has treasured it for more than ten years.

At the time of her sudden death, it was still on her computer desk.