01 year.

Coastal shore of country S.

A temporary settlement for medical assistance.

"Xinling, let's go. If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the plane. ”

Zhao Xinling held a pair of cleaned sneakers, looked back at her mother, her eyes revealed begging, begging her to wait a little longer.

Today is the third day since she was rescued ashore.

She came every day, thinking that she would be able to see him again after she left, to return the shoes to him, and to thank him earnestly and sincerely.

She also wanted to exchange contact details with him if he wanted to. They looked like they were the same age, and she wanted to be friends with him.

But after waiting for five minutes, the rescue ship did not bring new rescuers, and no yacht landed on the shore.

She looked disappointedly at the gray sky, and was about to turn around and follow her mother away, when a man in a mobile hospital bed woke up.

The doctors and nurses immediately went up to inquire about his condition, and his face was very bad, his lips were torn, and his eyes looked around blankly. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he was excitedly grabbing the doctor's shoulder and saying something, and they shook their heads.

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, the world collapsed, and he lost his mind for a moment, and then, he pulled out the needle in his arm and went crazy to get out of bed.

The four paramedics couldn't hold him down, and he fell to the ground. He was weak, but his arms were bruised, he struggled, staggered, and he finally stood up.

But Zhao Xinling was stunned in place, only to see three English letters on the back of the life jacket on his body: ssy.

She rushed up, grabbed his arm and asked, "Where did you get this life jacket?" ”

In an instant, his expression froze, as if he had fallen into a hopeless abyss. Zhao Xinling felt the skin of his arm, which was instantly cold from the initial warmth.

He looked at his chest in a daze, and muttered, "He said that there are only two life jackets, and there are three of us............ So...... I took his off...... I wore it on my body......"

Zhao Xin opened his eyes suddenly, woke up in the nightmare, and didn't know what day it was for a while.

Outside the round window are soft clouds, and infinitely shrunken mountains and rivers. She wiped the thin sweat from her forehead and lit up the phone screen.

Now the phone is set to airplane mode and there is no signal. But the WeChat page is still stuck on the chat dialog between her and "Mom":

Me: Mom, she's married to that man. So, I didn't say anything, did I do it right?

Mother: Xinling, my mother thinks that God has its own arrangements, so let's let it be. Moreover, that person is so kind, I think, if he had a spirit in heaven, what he would most like to see is that she is happy. The rest doesn't matter. Daughter, hard work.

Me: Well, thank you, Mom.

She exits the dialog box and clicks on another avatar.

His name is LS, and he is a friend he met in the mutual aid club in his early years, but he is no longer involved in psychotherapy.

She had only told him about it, except for her mother.

His reply at the time was: Love sometimes kills.

When she met Shen Sihuan and them in the Hot Spring Villa, when she saw the man's eyes looking at Shen Sihuan, the words of ls suddenly popped up in her mind.

That look was exactly the same as Shen Siyue's expression when he talked about "sister......

Zhao Xinling couldn't sleep all night, and she posted it again, describing the distress and confusion in her heart.

Then LS sent a photo:

On a luxury cruise ship, a young girl held a coconut, held a straw hat on her head, and smiled innocently and brightly in the sea breeze. Opposite her was a boy squatting, holding a camera, with fair skin and bright glass eyes.

And in the distance, a man stood in the shadow of the cabin, looking at the silhouette of the girl for a moment......

It's Wen Yan.