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In the room, Consultant Zhao Fei had been waiting with two nurses for quite some time. Seeing them enter, she immediately stepped forward and said, "Mr. Tang."

Tang Song nodded and gently tugged Zhang Yan’s wrist, "This is my friend Zhang Yan, also the patient’s daughter. Zhao Fei, please stay at the hospital for the next while."

"Alright, Mr. Tang, no problem."

Tang Song looked at Zhang Yan and said, "If there’s anything, speak directly to Zhao Fei. She will help you."

Zhang Yan looked up at the elegant woman across from her and bowed awkwardly, "Thank you very much."

"You’re too polite. I’ll help you handle your mother’s admission procedures. This is Ms. Zhou’s dedicated nurse, here 24 hours."

"Thank you."

Zhou Hui sat nervously on the sofa, watching as the nurse poured her warm water, and looked around at the environment that seemed too clean to be a hospital room, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Lunch was quickly delivered.

Not a feast of delicacies, but a carefully matched four dishes and one soup, designed by the hospital’s nutrition team according to Zhou Hui’s current health condition.

The dishes were light but exquisitely prepared, meticulously portioned in thermal containers.

The lunch for Tang Song, Zhang Yan, and Chen Shuangshuang was much more abundant, equally balanced in nutrition.

The meal was eaten in extraordinary silence.

Yet the dark clouds looming over the mother and daughter trio began to dissipate slowly in the warmth of the food and the serene environment.

After the meal, the nurse started to tidy the bed for Zhou Hui, preparing for her midday rest.

Zhang Yan stood there, seeing her mother settled, finally sighed in relief.

Zhang Yan stood there, watching her mother settle into the fresh and soft bedding, only then truly relaxed.

"Sister." A timid voice sounded behind her.

Zhang Yan turned around and saw Chen Shuangshuang watching her cautiously.

"Tang... Brother Tang Song is waiting for you outside." Chen Shuangshuang pointed outside with a light voice, "Should you go talk to him alone?"

Zhang Yan’s heart skipped a beat, she bit her lip forcefully, then said "Mm."

Turning around, she walked outside with difficulty.

Zhou Hui watched her daughter with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

...

Faint footsteps approached.

Tang Song, who was reading messages, looked up to see Zhang Yan walking towards him.

"Zhang Yan." Tang Song called softly.

"Mm... I’m here. Thank you, I’m sorry... I..."

Zhang Yan lowered her head, twisting her clothes nervously, her long eyelashes cast a quiet shadow under her eyes.

This morning, Tang Song’s sudden appearance and everything he demonstrated stirred a seismic shift in her heart.

Romance, unwavering till death, and descending into the commonplace is unavoidable.

She was also a normal woman, in the moment of utmost despair and helplessness—

The boy who existed in her fantasy truly arrived like a "Super Saiyan," destroying all real-world obstacles and allowing her to see the light again.

The impact and throbbing in her heart were indescribable.

Especially considering she already harbored a complex and deep emotion towards him that even she could not sort out.

Looking at him now, this feeling accumulated over a decade seemed like a volcano set ablaze, almost breaking out of her chest.

Yet... immense self-consciousness and awkwardness shackled her in place like cold iron chains.

In that letter, she wrote, [May you always be passionate, courageous, and carry light in your eyes like your youth.]

Because...

She thought he was also struggling in the swamp of life, hoping this faint "light" could give him some insignificant encouragement.

But now, he clearly is the sun itself.

Tang Song put down his phone and moved in front of her, "Why say sorry?"

Zhang Yan’s shoulders trembled slightly, "I... I caused you trouble, a lot of trouble, and cost a lot of money."

"It’s not trouble to me."

"But..."

Tang Song shook his head, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, "Zhang Yan, are we good friends?"

Zhang Yan slowly lifted her head, looking into his eyes, her lips moving slightly, uttering the word "Yes" with remarkable clarity.

The confusing reunion, hand in hand at the crossroads, repainting the rented room, and the "Dragon Ball" belonging to their youth...

In these brief three days, she had long since merged the present Tang Song with the clean "boy" from her memory.

The one who would joke with her, care for her, and make her feel at ease, her best friend.

"Have you watched ’Dragon Ball’, you should remember when Goku first defeated Frieza, right?"

"I remember." Zhang Yan said blankly, subconsciously replying, "Volume Sixteen."

Tang Song showed a clean, warm smile, "Now, life and illness are the ’Frieza’, making you feel unprecedented pressure and fear. But it also gives you a chance to transform."

Zhang Yan looked into his eyes, unable to hold back tears, which surged forth uncontrollably.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, choking out her deepest self-consciousness: "But I... I’m very stupid. I’m not a... Saiyan..."

In her eyes, Liu Qingning was the true "Saiyan."

Tang Song gazed at the tear-streaked, trembling girl in front of him, a deep and complex feeling surged within.

At this moment, he suddenly understood.

Why, when he received the Dream System, the "future scene" he saw had Zhang Yan passing into the civil service at thirty-one.

And why, it took till then to indirectly contact him.

Rather than now, using a letter filled with a decade of heart affairs to rekindle their story.

Perhaps it was because of her mother’s sudden illness.

As the only adult daughter, with Zhang Yan’s kind yet timid nature, she could never abandon her mother.

This also meant that, in the original timeline without him, she struggled for a long time due to the overwhelming responsibility and medical expenses.

Only after her mother’s passing, alone in the world, did she muster the courage to enter civil service and try to get in touch with him.

What kind of mood and state was she in at that time?

Tang Song’s heart felt as if it were being pulled tightly.

The change brought by the system affected not just his and Liu Qingning’s lives.

She should also be included.

Tang Song took a deep breath, his gaze becoming exceedingly serious, "Do you think I am a ’Saiyan’?"

Zhang Yan lifted her tearful eyes and nodded without a moment’s hesitation: "Yes."

He suddenly leaned in, his face very, very close to hers.

Close enough for her to feel his warm breath distinctly.

Zhang Yan’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson, her body uncontrollably trembling fiercely.

"Then I’ll lend you my power. When you’ve learned to transform into a ’Super Saiyan,’ you can give this power back to me."

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed her tear-stained, cold cheek.

Time seemed to elongate and freeze at that moment.

"Bang—bang bang—"

Zhang Yan’s eyes widened, leaving her with only the sound of her heartbeat.

When gold wind meets jade dew, countless worldly encounters pale in comparison.

Next, she felt her legs weaken, her whole strength seemed drained, and she collapsed directly onto Tang Song’s body.