After all this hard work, there was never a moment to calm down. Even if she was a weakling who could not be beaten to death, she would always feel tired. She was really exhausted both physically and mentally.

Yu Jinwen covered Nan Song with a blanket and brushed her hair from her forehead. Looking at her pale face and frowning brows, he felt a pain in his heart.

She was carrying too many things on her shoulders, and he wanted to share more with her so that she could relax a little and not be so tired.

Nan Song was really tired. He looked like a robot that had lost electricity and wanted to fall down immediately.

But when I closed my eyes, my sleep was not comforting.

Many people and scenes flashed before her eyes...

She used to have meetings, joke, eat, and work on projects with Qian Zhengwei and Miao Jiang, but in the blink of an eye, they were kneeling in front of her begging for mercy.

And Jiang Fan... When we first met, they were still kids pretending to be mature.

The young man, wearing a simple denim jacket and carrying a black, heavy schoolbag, looked timidly at the people around him.

"You are Uncle Jiang's son, Jiang Fan, right?"

When Jiang Fan heard the sound, he was like a frightened bird. He suddenly looked towards the source of the sound and saw a small head emerging from a cluster of fiery red flowers.

Xiao Nansong was pulling weeds in the rose garden. She was barefoot, with her sleeves and trouser legs rolled up. Her hands and feet were covered in mud. She had two buns on her head. She looked like a little Nezha. Her eyes were big and bright.

Her face was so clean that it was so white that it glowed under the sunlight. However, she casually wiped her face with the back of her hand...

A mark of mud was immediately smeared on his cheek, like ink suddenly splashed on white rice paper.

Jiang Fan stared blankly at this beautiful girl who looked like she had stepped out of a cartoon. He realized what she had just said and nodded.

"Are you Miss?"

"I'm not a young lady, I'm Miss Nan."

The girl corrected him seriously, and then said: "You can call me 'Xiao Song' or 'Xiao Liu'."

Jiang Fan looked at her and moved his lips, but did not dare to scream.

"Brother Jiang Fan, can you pull weeds?" Xiao Nansong was very familiar with it.

Jiang Fan nodded, "Yes."

"Then can you help me?"

Xiao Nansong said: "I am helping my mother to work. After we finish pulling out the grass in this flowerbed, she will give me pocket money, and then I will share half of it with you."

The last two people squatted in the rose garden all afternoon and became mud monkeys.

Looking at the embarrassed opponent, he laughed.

Nan Song was awakened by the laughter of memory. As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Yu Jinwen's worried eyes, "Are you awake?"

He helped her up.

Nan Song rubbed his eyes and realized that he was on the bed, in his room.

"Am I asleep?" she asked, but her throat was mute.

Yu Jinwen stood up, poured a glass of water, handed it to her, and said warmly: "I fell asleep on the way back. I carried you upstairs and you didn't even wake up."

It was rare to sleep so deeply. After Nan Song drank a glass of water, he felt like he was fully recharged and felt much more comfortable.

"Are you dreaming?" Yu Jinwen looked at her with concern and smoothed her soft hair.

Nan Song shook his head lightly, "I just remembered some things from the past. People will change, they will change, and I will change. Everything can never go back to the past."
Chapter completed!