A distant country.

The cold wind outside the window was sobbing, mixed with the crackling sound of raindrops as big as beans hitting the glass, which sounded particularly cold.

The room was as white as snow, and the lights were dim. In the center, a white bed was placed in place. From the bulge on the bed, you could see someone lying under the quilt. His face was very pale, and his arms were still infusions on his arms outside the quilt. He was wrapped in gauze on his right leg, looking increasingly slender.

"Squeak."

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a tall and cold man walked in. He had a black half-length windbreaker and his hair was meticulously combed behind his head, revealing his not-young forehead. On the face of time, there was a sense of cruelty and uneven self-righteousness.

He swept over the small figure on the bed expressionlessly, and the man walked over step by step.

The moment he approached the bed, the person who was sleeping suddenly opened his eyes. At that moment, his gaze was sharp, deep and dark, as if the dry well was invisible, making people feel inexplicably frightened.

“Good response.”

The man finally spoke, and his calm tone could not hear his emotions. As if his eyes were substantial, he swept across the small figure on the bed and finally landed on the gauze on his right leg.

"You have four days left to rest for three days before the wound heals."

"I know."

The person on the bed finally spoke, his voice was so tender, but he was cold and sharp, calm and terrible. His dark eyes stared at the man with a wrong look, and he was silent for a long time before he finally spoke.

"When will I leave?"

"I said that you must not leave this island half a step before you meet my standards."

The man's tone was firm and hard, with arrogance and domineeringness that could not be refused. His sharp eyes were staring at the person on the bed, as if in front of him was not a six-year-old child, but an emotional machine.

Song Xiaobao pursed his lips and calmly withdrew his gaze.

He did not go to see the man again, but lay back calmly, covered himself with a quilt, closed his eyes and rested.

The first thing he saw when he woke up after being taken away by those inexplicable people was this man, a man he had seen before. However, before he could figure out where he had seen him, a dose of medicine made him completely forget his past memories.

Strangely, he remembered his name and had nothing to do with the man in front of him.

I even remember clearly that it was because of him that he was brought here. The man also knew about these things. But strangely, he didn't say anything, as if his original purpose was not to erase all Song Xiaobao's memories.

Even if he doesn't remember anything, he knows that he doesn't belong here.

He will leave as soon as possible, and in order to achieve his goal, he must get better as soon as possible. Then he meets the standards of this man and eventually... escape from him.

Although she was facing everything unknown, Song Xiaobao was not afraid. He always felt that there was something supporting him. He urged him to become stronger quickly and then go back.

He felt that it must be something very important to him or someone, and he could only find the answer if he left here as soon as possible.

He looked at the child who was quietly closed with his eyes without saying a word. There were too many complicated emotions in the man's eyes. It took him a long time to turn and leave.

The room fell into a silence, a depressing atmosphere, which made people almost breathless.

In the blink of an eye, the last four days ended. The wound on Song Xiaobao's leg was almost healed, but he had already left the room he lived in. The moment he stepped into the car, his eyes were covered. He didn't know where he was going, but Song Xiaobao's performance was always calm.

It seemed that he didn't care at all.

The bumpy car finally stopped two hours ago, and the eye mask on Song Xiaobao's face was unveiled. The brightness made his eyes slightly tingle. He slowly opened it after getting used to it.

Get off the car calmly, Song Xiaobao looked up at the high wall in front of him and the powerful muscular gaze with sharp and firm eyes.

It looks like a prison.

Song Xiaobao knew that this was the place he wanted to survive next. He was not interested in knowing what was inside the high wall. He only knew that he would work hard, and even if he fought for his life, he would work hard.

"Get in!"

When Song Xiaobao was thinking, a man behind him suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed him hard. Unprepared, Song Xiaobao fell to the ground directly. There was a sneering sound from behind, and every voice was malicious.

Song Xiaobao stood up calmly, patted the soil on his body expressionlessly, and then calmly walked towards the high wall not far away step by step.

He knew that the man was standing not far behind him, watching everything coldly.

He knew that there was no so-called sympathy or weakness here. All he had here was the absolute strong, and this was a world where the strong prey on the strong as respect. And the little episode just now was just a reminder to him.

Song Xiaobao narrowed his eyes, and his thick eyelashes covered the firmness in his eyes.

The iron gate behind him closed with a loud bang, and Song Xiaobao looked at the tall men wearing camouflage standing in front of him, as well as the giant mastiff beside them.

“Welcome to hell.”

The person in charge looked at Song Xiaobao with a strange smile, and said a few words coldly and slowly.

"ah!"

Song Yiran let out a heart-wrenching scream, then lifted the quilt and sat up, breathing heavily with sweat.

She had a nightmare, dreaming of Song Xiaobao. She dreamed of his small body lying in a cold, wet and dark place, with bad intentions and loud noises around her. Her little baby was pale, and there were countless purple purples all over her body, lying on the ground dyingly.

It seemed that something was blocking his chest, and Song Yiran suddenly reached out and grabbed the clothes in his heart, tightening it tightly.

"No, no, just a dream, just a dream."

Song Yiran comforted himself over and over again, and a deep fear appeared in his hoarse voice.

The room was so quiet that Song Yiran was no longer sleepy. It took a long time to feel calmer, so she lifted the quilt, put on her clothes and left the room.

In the dark night, the thick dark clouds almost crushed the sky.

Song Yiran stood in the cold wind with a cold expression, like a strong cheetah, shuttled through the darkness. He jumped over the yards, avoided the bodyguards who were watching the night, and easily entered the yard where Mu Shiyan lived.

Tonight, she suddenly couldn't hold back. She wanted to find the box and figure out what was inside as soon as possible. She didn't dare to delay any more. As long as she thought of that dream, she couldn't calm down. If she didn't hurry up, what if Song Xiaobao really...

He clenched his fists hard, and Song Yiran's teeth were biting tightly.

There were not many bodyguards where Mu Shiyan lived, but there were not many accidents. Song Yiran skillfully climbed the two-meter-high courtyard wall and quietly entered the courtyard.

It was pitch black around, and the sound of the wind covered Song Yiran's breathing well.

She bit a dagger in her mouth and walked towards Mu Shiyan's bedroom quickly. I guess that something important would be hidden in her close body.

Thinking of Mu Shiyan's insidiousness and cunningness, Song Yi did not dare to take it lightly.

Silently approaching the bed, Song Yiran quietly turned the tail ring in his hand, approaching step by step, and then instantly pierced the tiny vacuum on the tail ring into Mu Shiyan's neck.

The sleeping person frowned and then there was no movement.

He has already died of sleep. No matter how much Song Yiran makes, he will not be woken up.

Song Yiran finally felt relieved, but after she searched through every corner of Mu Shiyan's bedroom but still couldn't find the box, her face suddenly looked ugly.

"It's not here."

Song Yiran couldn't help frowning and glared at Mu Shiyan fiercely. This time, he finally got the opportunity, but he got nothing. I really don't know where this cunning fox hid the thing, and I don't know when will there be such a good opportunity next time.

Although she was unwilling to accept it, Song still knew that this matter was too urgent.

She quickly left Mu Shiyan's yard and took advantage of the fact that no one noticed it, she went to Mu Wanyue's yard again. Song Yiran never expected that she would accidentally discover Mu Wanyue's diary.

Looking at the gray-shaped notebook that fell out of the vase, Song Yiran picked it up and opened it and looked at the first page before he realized it was Mu Wanyue's diary.

She recognized Mu Wanyue's handwriting and even remembered it.

With unexpected gains, Song Yiran left Mu Wanyue's room directly. Until she returned to her bedroom, Song Yiran's heart was still beating wildly.

For some reason, she suddenly resisted and opened Mu Wanyue's diary.

Although she knew that the contents must have been written by Mu Wanyue before she left the Mu family. They had nothing to do with her and had nothing to do with Mu Wanyue in the future. But looking at the diary in front of her that was closely related to her mother, the resistance in her heart could not be eliminated.

After taking several deep breaths, Song Yiran opened the diary again.

At that time, Mu Wanyue was probably less than 20 years old, and was a girl with fantasy about love. She could see her innocence and dreaminess from the lines of her diary, innocent and dissonant worldly affairs, like all the daughters who are waiting to be written by her.

Judging from the diary, Mu Wanyue is in a crush on someone.

The name is not mentioned in the diary, only two letters are used to replace it: rc.

For some reason, Song Yiran suddenly thought of Rongchen. She knew nothing about the intersection of Mu Wanyue’s Girls’ Generation, and the only one who knew Rongchen was also through that photo.

And the first letter of Rongchen's name is rc, is it a coincidence? Or...

Song Yiran covered her pounding heart, and the more she looked, the more she felt that her guess was right. But at the most critical point, the diary came to an abrupt end. She only knew that Mu Wanyue said that she was leaving the Mu family to pursue true freedom and love.

Could it be that Mu Wanyue left the Mu family for Rongchen?

If this is true, why didn’t they be together later? And how did Mu Wanyue choose Song Haotian?

A series of questions were drawn out by the diary, and Song still felt a mess in his mind. Countless messy clues were like threads, all of which were spread out in front of him, but they were useless. Because it seemed that no matter which one was pulled, it led to more complex entanglements.

"What's the matter!"
Chapter completed!