"River endure, river endure."

  He was named "Nin" because when he was born, he cried loudly, with a faint and hoarse cry, almost choking.

  He cried because he was born ill-fated, but as he grew up, perhaps due to the influence of this name, he never cried again.

  Jiang Ren had once thought that if he were to have children in the future, he would never give them such a cruel name.

  A knife in the heart, cutting pain at all times.

  But he probably won't have children in this lifetime.

  The doctor said that if he didn't wake up for a week, Meng Ting would never have hope of waking up again in this lifetime.

  He tilted his head and leaned against the door frame, watching her.

  The winter sun in December falls down quietly and peacefully.

  Her face was pale, covering up her originally fair skin, fragile and brittle like glass. Today is the last day of the seven days, she fell asleep and didn't wake up for a long time.

  The van slid down the hill and was blocked by a tree. Wen Rui and she were both thrown out of the car.

  Wen Rui rushed over and rescued her, but she still didn't wake up.

  Jiang Ren's lips curled up slightly, and he knew that this world had always been unfair.

  Wen Rui has been taken into custody and will be brought to court once he recovers from his injuries.

  She lay quietly there, not crying or making a fuss, and would no longer call out to Jiang Nian in a soft voice.

  He limped over and climbed onto the bed, gently embracing her in his arms.

  "Meng Ting, you're 20 years old now." Her cheek had a faint scar from an injury that had already scabbed over, not affecting her delicate beauty at all. He said, "Originally, when you came back, I was going to celebrate your birthday with you."

  The girl's lips were as pale as frost, her long eyelashes drooping weakly.

  His fingertips touched Meng Ting's eyebrows and eyes, with a hint of strange gentleness: "It doesn't matter, we have to spend our birthdays. Wait for me to come back tonight."

  Jiang Nian whispered with a low laugh: "I heard you, you said it was good."

  But she closed her eyes and said nothing.

  A chilly winter, the last leaf outside the window was crushed by the accumulated snow.

  Jiang Ren covered her with a quilt and carried a large bag ready to go out.

  Grandma Jiang cried all day, the old lady with tears in her eyes kept crying and saying she was anxious and wanted to find Xiao Ren.

  When Jiang Ren stepped out of the house, he saw an old man crying miserably.

  Her hair has almost no black marks left.

  The old man's home was poor and weak, without him it would be even more desolate.

  Leaning against Jiang's two younger brothers, they looked at Jiang Ren in fear and didn't know what to do for a while, with the old man holding Jiang Ren's arm and crying.

  Xiao Kang said: "Director Jiang, Grandma Zhu insisted on finding you, sorry."

  Sister Xiaoli nodded.

  "My little grandson has been dismissed from school for a long time, why hasn't he come home yet?" The old man raised his tearful eyes and choked with sobs, "Are you going to leave me like your grandfather did too?"

  Jiang endured and looked down at the old man.

  Outside the window is white snow, at this moment his eyes are pitch black.

  As quiet as night, without any emotions at all.

  Xiao Lian trembled slightly and plucked up the courage to look towards the hospital bed behind the young man. The girl was holding a newly picked rose in her hand, lying there without any signs of life.

  Jiang Ren pushed the old man away and said calmly, "Take her back to my father's place."

  Xiao Kang was afraid of Jiang Nian, and nodded repeatedly.

  "Grandma, let's go."

  Grandma Jiang's emotions finally collapsed: "Xiao Ren don't leave, Xiao Ren don't make mistakes."

  Xiao Li and Xiao Kang were both stunned, quietly looking at Jiang Ren.

  Jiang Ren was very calm and continued walking out without any emotion. Jiang's grandmother went crazy trying to grab the thing in his hand, he finally got angry: "Can't you hear me telling you to take her away? Are you deaf?"

  This sound was roared out, the man's icy profile, with a faintly bulging vein on his neck.

  Xiao Kang was so scared that he quickly went to pull Jiang Nainai, but Jiang Nainai held onto the big bag and wouldn't let go. In the brief moment when Jiang Nainai was pulling, Xiao Kang saw what was inside the bag and was almost frightened to the point of his legs going soft.

  Jiang Ren stepped into the wind and snow.

  Grandma Jiang was still crying, Xiaoli was helplessly wiping the old man's nose and tears, while Xiao Kang stammered: "Sister, I saw what was inside Mr. Jiang's bag."

  "What?"

  "Bone-cutting knife, rope, axe and many more frightening things."

  Xiao Lian also froze.

  She turned her head to look at the beautiful girl in the ward, and there were also several bodyguards guarding outside. She was about to walk inside when the bodyguard stopped her.

  Xiao Lian ran to the window, in the vast snowfall, Jiang Ren's figure had already disappeared.

  Jiang Ren carried things into the hospital where Wen Rui was.

  The cold winter wind was howling outside, he didn't turn on the light, and looked down at Wen Rui who was sleeping.

  He came in under the name of Wen Rui's relative, which was easy. He was a relative after all.

  This world has few madmen, but many fools.

  So much so that when Wen Rui woke up, she was startled.

  He was tied up with ropes and had several strips of adhesive tape stuck over his mouth. Originally severely injured, at this moment he stared dead at the expressionless man in the dark night, Wen Rui's eyes fixed on him.

  "You're not afraid of death." Jiang Nu bent his lips, "I know."

  Wen Rui looked at him with ridicule and sarcasm.

  When Meng Tingwu didn't wake up, Wen Rui felt that it was all right, anyway Jiang Ren had lost.

  Jiang Ren's voice was low and gentle in the night: "I'll hurry up, listen to those who are still waiting for me."

  Can't go back after twelve o'clock, she will worry.

  The hospital's clock ticked away, at the quiet midnight hour of eleven, sounding especially desolate.

  Wen Rui watched as Jiang Ren took out tool after tool from his bag, finally turning pale and struggling violently.

  Jiang Ren has gone mad!

  He had provoked Jiang Ren many times, just to put this sickly child from a young age into a mental hospital. But Jiang Ren had endured it every time, this world didn't like him, no big deal, because he wouldn't go love this world either.

  But this time, Jiang's endurance had really reached its limit.

  He doesn't want Jiang Nainai anymore, he won't pursue Jiang Jixian anymore. Step by step, he trudges through the wind and snow, walking alone through the dark night, completely losing control.

  The roses in the ward, which were originally in full bloom, gradually lost their vitality on the outer petals.

  Heavy snow pattered against the transparent glass.

  Her pale fingertips grasped the flower, as if she had met a distant memory of Jiang Ren.

  She looked up at him from under the tombstone.

  The man was handcuffed, his cold and hard outline clear. He had lost a lot of weight, but looked more mature than ever. Jiang Nu gently brushed the snow off her tombstone.

  Behind him were two police officers dressed in somber attire.

  The man bowed his head, and his icy lips fell on the tombstone. It seemed that through this lifeless stone, he was kissing her forehead, and she felt a chill on her forehead.

  His forehead rested on the tombstone, she slowed down her breathing, and the world was very quiet. She listened to him speak.

  The pomegranate tree in No. 7 has bloomed this year.

  "Your friend Zhao Nuanju has met a not very good man."

  "The bus stop where you often waited for the bus has been demolished and rebuilt. The roads we walked together countless days and nights have also changed their appearance."

  "Everything has changed, it's embarrassing to say, but I'm still the same as I was back then."

  She choked with sobs.

  The man said gently: "Listen, I've never called out to you like this before. You always seem to dislike me. I've shouted it in my heart a thousand times, but every time I see the disgust in your eyes, I feel like I can't say it out loud."

  No, it's not like that, Jiang Ren.

  "That summer when you picked up your younger sister from school, I rode my bike with He Junming through the alley. You told her that Jiang Ren wasn't good and not to like him. But listen..." He said in a low voice, "Jiang Ren can be very good, he's always been trying to become better for you."

  "I can't do any more for you," he said. "It's not your fault, but I've done all I can in this lifetime."

  He stood up and gently brushed off the snowflakes on her tombstone.

  The heavy snow was raging, he wore thin clothes.

  Never looked back again.

  She lies asleep under the tombstone, watching the young entrepreneur walk away step by step.

  River endure!

  Meng Ting suddenly opened her eyes. The heavy snow outside the window had subsided by nightfall. The flowers in her hand were about to wither, and Meng Ting's whole body ached.

  A spacious and warm hospital room, outside a beautiful snowy scene. But she didn't see Jiang Ren.

  She covered her slow and dull heart, put down the rose in her hand, and slowly walked out of the door with the support of the wall.

  The gate was laboriously pushed open, revealing an old man covering his face with his hands and weeping.

  The girl's long hair was scattered, her face pale due to excessive blood loss.

  Xiao Li was stopped a few steps away from the ward, staring at the beautiful girl with wide eyes. Xiao Kang had never seen such a pretty girl even in the countryside. Meng heard that for a week without speaking, his voice was pressed down to an unbelievable degree: "Aunt Jiang."

  Several bodyguards were stunned, one of them hastily said: "Quickly go and call the doctor, Miss Meng has woken up."

  Meng Ting supported the old lady and slowly spoke: "Don't cry, Grandma Jiang."

  Grandma Jiang grasped her arm: "My little Nian, my little Nian..."

  Xiaoli finally came out of the shock from seeing the fairy and the fairy coming back to life. She quickly said: "That... Jiang Zong is not right, he just carried a bag, my brother saw that there was a bone knife inside, as well as rope and adhesive tape, he walked outside."

  Meng Ting's heartbeat skipped a beat, and he said to his bodyguard, "I'll borrow your phone for a moment."

  The bodyguard hastily handed it over to her.

  Meng listened and hung up, but the other end suddenly hung up.

  "Is my phone still there?"

  The bodyguard was stunned and indeed still there.

  When Meng Ting was kidnapped, Wen Rui threw her mobile phone into the flower bed, and later Jiang hurriedly found someone to pick it up.

  Meng Ting hastily entered the ward to search for him.

  She saw her old mobile phone beside the huge crystal ball.

  It was bought by Shu's father when she went back to her hometown to save her grandfather that year.

  Meng Ting clutched at her last hope and dialed the number.

  11:08 at midnight. In a room that was pitch black, his phone rang again.

  It is an instrumental piece.

  She danced Swan Lake on stage back then.

  He didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he set this tune as a ringtone for just one person.

  Jiang Ren's hand slid across the screen and picked it up slowly.

  "Kō no jikan."

  He raised his eyes, a pair of eyes without temperature, without any luster. He knew that his mental state was no longer good.

  The girl's hoarse voice: "Where are you?"

  Jiang Ren looked at Wen Rui who had fainted on the ground and slowly replied to her one word at a time: "Hospital."

  "Kō no jiritsu."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Go home."

  The deboning knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Tears welled up in his eyes for an instant, and he said, "Good."

  The doctor's report said that Jiang Ren's mind was abnormal.

  He has collapsed before and it's very dangerous.

  Such people need treatment.

  The police have reviewed the report and did not detain him.

  Wen Rui's injury was not severe, but the seven-minute ordeal caused him to lose control of his bladder. However, if it had been a few minutes later, no one could have predicted the consequences.

  The police finished taking her statement, Jiang Ren remained silent, his eyes fixed on her.

  The young policeman said, "He is in an unstable condition and needs a guardian. I heard that this has never happened before. We've looked at his medical history, and it doesn't seem like he should be like this either."

  When he said this, everyone's gaze at Jiang Ren was a look at a mentally ill person.

  Even if Jiang Lin is not suffering from such a disease, the degree of paranoia and pathological tendency he has tested for is not healthy.

  Guardian, for an adult, is a word with unpleasant connotations.

  Jiang Ren didn't say a word, his gaze shattered, carrying a cold and lonely pain. That phrase crushed him, yet made him speechless. His heart heavy and icy, Jiang Ren finally couldn't bear it and stood up.

  Meng Ting grabbed his hand.

  He lowered his eyes, seemingly not daring to look into hers, yet slowly, he crashed into her gaze.

  The girl smiled at him and clenched her fist, imitating his gesture, with all ten fingers tightly closed.

  December, snow has stopped.

  Jiang Ren heard her say "His guardian, Meng Ting."