Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

It’s August now, and the cicadas’ chirping is deafening, filling the entire night.

When Wang Yinyin woke up in a daze, she found that she had rolled out of Song Shiyan's arms. After wondering for a second why Song Shiyan didn't hold her tightly, she followed her instinct and crawled into Song Shiyan's arms.

Wang Yinyin hugged Song Shiyan's waist and kissed the side of his neck, but Song Shiyan still didn't react.

Song Shiyan was very perceptive. As usual, he would definitely kiss back so that Wang Yinyin could continue to sleep peacefully.

Realizing that her lover had no reaction, she finally came to her senses and hurriedly got up to check on Song Shiyan's condition.

She still looked the same as before she woke up, no different from usual, and her black hair was so smooth.

Wang Yinyin spoke tremblingly.

"Shi Yan."

"Shi Yan!"

"Song Shiyan!"

He didn't react at all and slept peacefully.

Wang Yinyin began to have trouble remembering what kind of mood she was in when she listened to Song Shiyan's heartbeat.

Slow, weak, like a candle in the wind.

They had all anticipated the abortion and the ambulance, but it seemed that only Wang Yinyin knew nothing.

The hospital and the emergency room filled with the smell of disinfectant seemed like they had returned to the time when they first met, except that Wang Yinyin was the only one guarding outside the door.

She was surprised. It seemed as if there was nothing in her mind and her feet felt light, as if she was dreaming.

Having lost the ability to connect all the clues, she could only stand blankly at the door, without tears, without anything.

What happened, what happened.

Many people hope to take Wang Yinyin to rest, or at least sit and wait at the door.

The news that Song Shiyan was admitted to the hospital was soon known to his subordinates.

No matter what they were doing, they rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.

There were a lot of people, but it was dead silent, and no one was talking.

Wang Yinyin refused to sit, so no matter how many chairs there were, they could only stand with Wang Yinyin.

Wang Yinyin felt as if someone was talking to her in a trance, but she could not hear anything, as if she had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

There was nothing in her mind except this name, which kept turning in her mind, holding her back with her last breath.

The doctors were well prepared for this emergency treatment, but the psychological pressure of performing emergency treatment on Song Shiyan was still enormous.

If they fail, they will be sinners of the entire country.

Fearing that something might happen to Wang Yinyin, medical staff stayed by her side and were on standby at all times.

Wang Yinyin heard herself speak hoarsely: "Why is this happening? Why did something happen to him suddenly?"

At the master's eye signal, a young doctor stepped forward to answer Wang Yinyin's question.

"The president's health problems were discovered two years ago, but he has always refused to be hospitalized. Two months ago, the president's health had deteriorated to the point where he could fall asleep at any time, but he still refused to be hospitalized."

Wang Yinyin was still in a trance, and her voice seemed to be floating.

"Really? So I'm the only one who knows nothing."

The rescue lasted for a long time, and fortunately Song Shiyan finally woke up successfully.

But Wang Yinyin stood at the door of the ward and was afraid to go in.

Everyone else was asked to leave, and except for the doctor on standby, only Song Shiyan and Wang Yinyin were left on this floor.

It was a simple door, and behind the door was the person she loved most in her life, but Wang Yinyin's hand was on the door handle, and she didn't have the strength to push it open.

She felt like she had turned into a paper man, completely drained of everything, with only a thin shell left in the world.

But in the end, Wang Yinyin finally pushed open the door, using up all her life's courage.

Inside the room was Song Shiyan, who was staring at the door. His body was full of tubes and medical equipment was running non-stop.

But his eyes were so gentle, a gentleness that Wang Yinyin had never seen in her life.

He was wearing a ventilator, which obscured his face, so Wang Yinyin could only see his eyes.

Song Shiyan spoke with such difficulty.

"Yin Yin, come here."

His voice was weak and he tilted his head slightly, motioning Wang Yinyin to come to his side.

Even though he is seriously ill and has experienced ups and downs in officialdom for many years, one can still see the youthfulness in him.

Wang Yinyin thought that she should cry, accuse him, act coquettishly to him, and say to him.

You can't scare me like this, I can't live without you.

But the fact was, she sat beside him silently like a puppet.

I didn't dare to touch him and could only look into his eyes in silence.

Song Shiyan asked Wang Yinyin naturally, as if nothing had happened.

"Why don't you speak?"

Wang Yinyin pursed her lips.

He seemed to smile and spoke weakly.

"I thought you were going to ask me what was wrong with me."

Wang Yinyin looked into his eyes, her tone strangely calm.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

Song Shiyan looked at Wang Yinyin's eyes which seemed to contain a storm, and for a moment he didn't know how to start talking.

"why did not you tell me!"

Wang Yinyin finally couldn't control her emotions and spoke out of control.

"Why, why, why do I know nothing, just like a fool!"

Wang Yinyin couldn't control her trembling and she almost couldn't breathe.

Song Shiyan was silent for a while, then finally spoke, his beautiful face like a thin layer of snow that was about to melt.

"I don't want our life to be bad, I want you to be happy."

The tears that Wang Yinyin had been holding back for so long burst out.

"Why do you think I can be happy like this? How could you do this? How could you do this? How could you do this to me?"

Wang Yinyin was almost screaming, but she didn't want this to happen.

She hoped she could be rational, gentle, and maintain the same demeanor as him.

Song Shiyan seemed a little afraid to look at Wang Yinyin, and his whole body was like a fragile snowman.

He didn't want Wang Yinyin to suffer so much, suffering caused by himself.

But he still did not take his eyes off Wang Yinyin, and his gaze could even be described as greedy.

"There is no cure for this disease. Telling you this will only make you worry."

Wang Yinyin tried hard to control her emotions and hid the words she wanted to say in her throat, which made her throat hurt.

"Well, I don't know. I am like a fool who knows nothing. I should be a fool all my life."

I shouldn't really fall in love with you.

Song Shiyan used up his last bit of strength to hold Wang Yinyin, his eyes filled with complex emotions that were hard to tell.

"Yin Yin, I will always be by your side, no matter what the method."

Wang Yinyin felt his cold fingertips and gave him a weak and bitter smile, her voice soft and trembling uncontrollably.

"I believe whatever you say."

Song Shiyan gently stroked Wang Yinyin's cheek. She looked haggard in just one morning.

During this last period of time, there was nothing.

Wang Yinyin and Song Shiyan just looked at the sky outside the window, holding each other's hands tightly.

The sun sets.

This was the last time they watched the sunset side by side.

It became very cold in the hospital. There was no wind, but the chill penetrated deep into my bones.

The sound of the instrument was cold and harsh. Wang Yinyin kept holding Song Shiyan's already cold hand and never let go.

She looked at Song Shiyan, who had gone through such a painful rescue just for this afternoon's farewell.

She didn't want to look away, she had a feeling this would be the last time she saw him in her life.

Wang Yinyin was reluctant to let go of Song Shiyan's hand, and finally the hospital had no choice but to inject her with a sedative.

When she fainted, she even thought that it was good to faint so that she could see him again.

In the dream, in a daze, Wang Yinyin stood in front of the door again.

But this time, she knew that the person she loved was behind the door, but Wang Yinyin completely lost the courage to push it open.

She wondered if she hadn't pushed open the door, he wouldn't have died and he would still be sitting on the hospital bed waiting for her.

She just stood at the door of the ward, unable to turn the doorknob.

She was like a child who had done something wrong, standing at the door but not daring to go home.

in reality.

Wang Yinyin was unconscious on the hospital bed, but the real world was in order under Song Shiyan's original arrangement.

The underground Z00001 laboratory was officially launched, and the news that Song Shiyan had died was suppressed. The only thing told to the public was that he was hospitalized due to illness and was on leave for a month.

Wang Yinyin had a fever for a long time, and the doctors thought she would never wake up.

But in the dream, it seemed as if there was a cold hand that gently stroked her forehead, took away her pain, and then disappeared.

She tried hard to open her eyes, sweat pouring down her body, but all she saw was an empty ward.

There was nothing, she caught nothing.

Wang Yinyin woke up and the testing equipment made a sound, but no medical staff came into the ward to check.

Wang Yinyin tried to get out of bed tremblingly. Child, and child. She still had to take care of the child.

But she had been lying there for too long, and when she got out of bed she fell weakly to the ground, her knees hitting the ground with a dull sound.

The embrace that held her countless times never appeared again.

Wang Yinyin couldn't help but call out to the person who would never respond to her.

"Shi Yan..."

But in the silent ward, Song Shiyan's voice was heard.

"Well, I'm here."

The sound is clear, like the sound of a stream in spring.

Wang Yinyin did not feel the slightest bit happy when she heard her lover's response.

This is not Shi Yan's voice, not at all!

There was no difference in the voice or intonation, but Wang Yinyin knew it was not the case.

This was not Song Shiyan's voice. He would never speak to her like that.

"Yin Yin, I didn't leave..."

Without waiting for the voice to finish, Wang Yinyin interrupted him in a panic, picked up the apples from the fruit basket and threw them uncontrollably towards the place where the voice came from.

Wang Yinyin's strength was very small, but the apple broke into pieces and juice splashed out.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"I don't want to hear your voice!"

She screamed with all her strength, holding on to the cabinet, maintaining all her pride.

Her hair was disheveled, completely losing her former beauty, like a peacock drenched by rain.

This is not her lover, he is just an imitator, just hear his voice.

Wang Yinyin felt pain, pain she had never felt before.

Her world really collapsed.

Song Shiyan left her, and from now on, there will never be such a person to protect her forever.

'Song Shiyan' looked at Wang Yinyin and recorded everything she did.

He didn't know why Wang Yinyin was unwilling to admit that he was Song Shiyan and had inherited all his memories, making him no different from him.

Except Wang Yinyin, no one questioned him.

After the body was made, 'Song Shiyan' transferred his own data into it, and he became no different from the Song Shiyan familiar to the general public.

He dealt with the outside turmoil first and then returned home.

But Wang Yinyin was gone. She went to some other place, a place she and Song Shiyan had not been to in these years.

'Song Shiyan' did not control her actions, but just continued his life.

Work, take care of children, and visit Wang Yinyin.

Wang Yinyin came back a year later, but refused to see Song Shiyan. She took the child to her own side, and sent the child to him on weekends.

With his existence, the world has become brighter and more stable than ever before. This is a world where everyone except Wang Yinyin is happy.

But throughout her life, Wang Yinyin never met 'Song Shiyan'.

She doesn't want to.

After Wang Yinyin's death, 'Song Shiyan' was finally able to be by Wang Yinyin's side.

He stretched out his hand and felt Wang Yinyin's hand, which was like a dead tree.

He held her, with a smile on his face that would never change, he thought.

It turns out that this is the feeling, and it is exactly the same as in my memory.

He originally didn't understand why Wang Yinyin didn't acknowledge him. He thought he was Song Shiyan and there was no difference.

But when he brought Wang Yinyin back to his side as planned, he understood.

It is indeed different.

This person is my lover, but not my lover.

Same, but not.