Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

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Qingyun heard a familiar voice in her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she was in the familiar intensive care unit. She had not been to this place for a long time.

In fact, she probably figured out the reason for this dream. She should not be dead in modern times.

Although her heart was gone, Chen Ming saved her with a mechanical heart, which allowed her to survive in the modern world for so many years in a vegetative state.

A long time ago, the two of them had been researching mechanical hearts, but the structure of the heart was too complex and tight, and it was difficult for instruments to achieve such a high level of precision, so they had never been successful.

But unexpectedly, Chen Ming used it on her. Now it seems that it has been more than half successful, at least the person is still alive.

Looking at herself lying on the hospital bed, Qingyun had an inexplicable sense of familiarity and unconsciously wanted to get closer and closer.

The girl's face was pale, her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were bloodless, and she had all kinds of instruments inserted into her body. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow, giving her a broken beauty that looked like she wasn't a living person.

Just as Qingyun was stunned, the door of the ICU was opened and Chen Ming walked in wearing protective clothing.

Qingyun couldn't see her face clearly, but she could sense the deep sense of powerlessness emanating from her. It was as if she had tried every possible way but still couldn't get the result she wanted.

She reached out and gently stroked Qingyun's cheek, her eyes full of pity and love, and murmured: "Nan Qiu, tell me, did the master do something wrong? He shouldn't let you live in such pain in this world."

Qingyun's nose felt sore and tears instantly filled her eyes. She wanted to answer her loudly, but she couldn't make any sound at all. She could only look at Chen Ming's eyes helplessly.

As if sensing something, Chen Ming raised his head and looked in Qingyun's direction, but saw nothing.

He lowered his head again and found that Ji Nanqiu's eyelashes trembled. Just this discovery made Chen Ming stand up excitedly, and immediately pressed the emergency button to call more medical staff.

Of course Qingyun also noticed that Ji Nanqiu's eyelashes trembled, but before she could be happy, she discovered the problem. The electrocardiogram monitor sounded an alarm and the heart rate continued to accelerate.

At the same time, Chen Ming also discovered the problem and hurriedly unplugged the instrument from Ji Nanqiu.

This heartbeat frequency is wrong, too fast, wrong...

Beep beep beep beep beep--beep--beep--beep--

Fast, smooth, then stop...

Chen Ming stood there in a daze, closing her eyes in despair, tears rolling down her eyes, a heart-wrenching pain spreading in her heart.

At this time, other medical staff also rushed over, but it was too late.

Ji Nanqiu's heart stopped beating completely.

Chen Ming slowly took off his protective suit. Qingyun finally saw Chen Ming's current appearance, but she could no longer control her tears, which fell like beads from a broken string.

Chen Ming's hair had long turned white, and there was not a single black hair left. His face was full of wrinkles like a crumpled newspaper, and his eyes, once full of energy, had become haggard.

Qingyun couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself on her. This time, she hugged her, really hugged her, and held her tightly in her arms.

Chen Ming also felt the feeling of being hugged. His hands trembled slightly and he tried to hold the "air" in front of him. When he felt the blockage, he could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

When other medical staff saw Chen Ming like this, they thought she was too sad and quietly made way for her.

At the last second, the last second, Chen Ming finally saw the person in front of her clearly. It was her apprentice, the apprentice she treated like a daughter.

Qingyun was finally able to make a sound, and in just that second, she said, "Master, thank you."

After a moment, Qingyun disappeared.

Chen Ming also felt the lightness in his arms, and Qingyun's last words seemed to still echo in his ears.

So, she didn't blame her, she still recognized her as her master.

Somewhere in Chen Ming's heart, it was as if the snow that had been pressed down for years had melted, and he suddenly felt a little relieved, but the pain like a knife cutting also easily penetrated into his heart.

Qingyun opened her eyes crying and suddenly sat up.

Yan Siyuan, who was beside her, had already sat up and was looking at her with a worried look on his face. He held her in his arms, comforted her softly, and wiped her tears.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Is Xue'er in a state of terror? Don't be afraid anymore, right? If you are afraid, your husband is here."

With Yan Siyuan's gentle coaxing, Qingyun gradually calmed down. Her eyes were sore from crying, so she leaned her head on Yan Siyuan's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, which made her feel much more at ease.

"Ah Yuan."

"Yeah, I'm here."

"The person I felt most sorry for in my previous life was my master. But now, I don't even have the chance to make up to him. Am I stupid?"

Yan Siyuan kissed her forehead and said, "No, you haven't done anything wrong to her. Professor Chen has never blamed you and he respects your choice.

Xue Er, you have to know that a life with regrets is not perfect, but there are some regrets that we can never make up for."

Qingyun nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

She couldn't go back. Even if she hadn't made that decision at the beginning, she wouldn't be able to hold on with her body. It was just a matter of time. By then, her master would be just as sad.

As Qingyun's breathing gradually stabilized, Yan Siyuan slowly laid her down. Looking at the girl who was already frowning in her sleep, he couldn't help but smooth her brows, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

.........

Let’s go back in time to the modern age of the 21st century.

One month after seeing Ji Nanqiu's grave, Yan Siyuan found the research institute where Chen Ming was working and also saw the girl lying on the bed.

Looking at the girl who seemed to be in deep sleep in front of him, Yan Siyuan's heart began to ache again, his eyes were bloodshot, and various emotions such as heartache, unwillingness, and pain hit his heart, making him feel worse than death.

I didn’t dare to look any further and soon left the institute.

There was a lot of traffic outside and the sun was shining brightly, but Yan Siyuan could not feel any warmth. He walked forward aimlessly until a man fell in front of him.

Yan Siyuan looked at the man wailing at his feet, frowned, stepped over, and continued on his way.

The man didn't get discouraged when he saw Yan Siyuan didn't react at all. He quickly chased after him. Just as he was about to reach out to grab the man, Yan Siyuan dodged him and stared at him with a pair of sinister eyes.

The man instantly felt a strong sense of oppression, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and he was too guilty to dare to look Yan Siyuan in the eye.

"Is there something wrong?" There was a hint of coldness and impatience in his voice.