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The man lay on his side on the bed and curled up.

The aura around the sleeping man was calm and gentle, without any sharpness or indifference during the day.

But even in his sleep, his brows were still tightened, as if he was bothered by something.

The man who fell asleep would not know that a four-year-old child slowly walked up to him with short legs and a puzzled expression.

The man's cheeks were flushed and his forehead was covered with sweat. He was murmuring something, frowning, and waving his hands in the air a few times unconsciously, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

Hengheng subconsciously leaned forward and stretched out her small hand to reach for his forehead.

When Hengheng had a fever, he remembered that his mother would check the temperature of his forehead like this.

Hengheng tried his best to test the man's body temperature. The moment his little hand touched the man's forehead, a strange feeling enveloped him from all directions like wind.

The man didn't wake up, and Hengheng didn't know if he had a fever, but his forehead was indeed very hot.

He walked out of the room, went to the bathroom, dipped a towel in water and wrung it out, then ran back and gently spread it on the man's forehead.

The man seemed to be aware of it, and he grabbed the 'rebellious' little hand.

Hengheng opened his eyes wide and was shocked.

He subconsciously tried to break free, but the man was too strong and held his wrist tightly like a vise, making it impossible for Hengheng to break free.

Hengheng stared blankly at the face of the man so close to him, his panic clearly magnified on his small face.

Isn't he... dreaming?

Meanwhile, in the real world, inside the ward.

Hengheng's vital functions suddenly continued to decline from a minute ago. The arriving nurse hurriedly pushed him into the emergency room and began first aid.

Half an hour later, the doctor walked out of the emergency room, took off his mask, and shook his head helplessly.

"I'm sorry. We have tried our best. The patient's condition is very bad. Please prepare early."

a bolt from the blue.

Leng Qingqing, who was standing outside waiting with the others, was a little unsteady, as if she tripped out of thin air. Fortunately, a pair of strong hands stretched out from the side and hugged her tightly.

The next second, in chaos, she heard the system in her mind sigh.

"Don't you want to know everything? Now I can tell you."

**

"What do you mean..." Leng Qingqing spent some time sorting out what the system had just said. Although it was brief, the amount of information was huge.

There was uncontrollable sentimentality in the system's tone: "...Yes, it's just as you thought. Hengheng has been gone for thirty years, and may never come back."

Leng Qingqing: "He met Huo Yanheng thirty years later? In what way?"

“From the conscious to the physical way.”

"If Hengheng had a body in that world, then he in this world..."

"Yes. Hengheng in this world will die." The system spoke very quickly: "But at the same time, only one of the two people in another world can live. When two people in parallel time and space meet, although they are different in age, They look different, but nothing can be hidden from the will of the world. The will of the world will put the plot back on track in its own way. The consequence of being discovered by the world is that one of them will be wiped out."

Leng Qingqing knows that the will of the world is fair, so that the normal operation of the world can be maintained.

Just imagine, one day you are walking on the road, and suddenly you meet your childhood self, one big and one small look at each other, no one knows whether they are dreaming or not.

In short, it would be a mess.

"System, how can we bring Hengheng back?" Leng Qingqing knew that the system must have a way.

The system sighed helplessly: "I have already told you the answer. As long as the adult Huo Yanheng dies, Hengheng can come back safely."

If the consciousness of any one of the two people is wiped out, the remaining people will be safe and sound and continue to live in the original world.

This is the only way.

Okay, Leng Qingqing was silent for a few seconds, and then said something else: "Then how do I get to that world and kill Huo Yanheng?"

**

Hengheng had been hiding in the man's cloakroom all night.

Since last night, he found that he actually had a body in his dream, so he hid, afraid of being discovered by men.

Since the uncle can hold his arm, he must be able to see him.

Hengheng didn't know what he was afraid of, but a voice in his heart reminded him that he must not be discovered by others, otherwise very serious consequences would occur.

After searching in every possible way, Hengheng could only hide in the man's cloakroom.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the man hadn't woken up yet, or had he left?

...Hengheng didn’t know the answer.

Hengheng was sitting under a whole row of clothes. His eyes were dim and he could only vaguely see the light outside through the crack of the cupboard door that had not been completely closed.

Hengheng's stomach made a 'gurgling' sound.

He hugged his stomach tightly, said 'shhh', and then swallowed loudly.

Hengheng was so hungry that she didn’t eat dinner or breakfast.

I was so hungry that I felt dizzy and had no energy left.

Moreover, Hengheng really wanted to go to the toilet...

After holding on for another half hour, Hengheng carefully opened the cabinet door and climbed out. He also closed the cabinet door behind him and tidied up the corners of his clothes, making sure no one could see any flaws.

He first went to the room of the man who had been here last night, but the bed was neatly decorated with neat sheets, not a single wrinkle in the sheets, and naturally no one was there.

Hengheng's eyes lit up. Uncle is gone?

He trotted to the master bedroom bathroom. After a few minutes, he washed his hands on tiptoes, then tiptoed out and went downstairs.

Hengheng pulled the chair in the living room to the refrigerator, climbed on the high chair, and opened the refrigerator door.

Hengheng is not greedy at all. His appetite is very small and he only needs a little bit of bread.

After taking a quick glance, I saw that the bread was kept fresh on the top shelf of the refrigerator. It was a bit difficult to reach it with Hengheng's height. The refrigerator was too high.

He grabbed the refrigerator door with one hand, stood on tiptoes, reached up, and finally grabbed the bag of bread.

Hengheng's stomach made a hungry sound again. His quiet eyes were firm, his hand slowly pulled back, and his body tilted back involuntarily.

Suddenly his body lost balance, Hengheng opened his eyes wide and fell backwards, not forgetting to tightly grasp the half-pulled out bread in his hand.

However, Hengheng did not fall to the ground, but was hugged by a pair of strong hands, and a familiar face came into view.

The man wore a white shirt with a half-tied tie, and held Hengheng in his arms. There were a few bloodshot hangovers in his lowered black eyes, and his expression was gloomy.

The next second, there was a 'crash' sound, and the bread in Hengheng's hand spilled all over the floor.

Hengheng had an empty bread bag left in his hand and stared blankly at the man in front of him.