President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

After Song Runian finished speaking these words softly, she was about to turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, Song Shan's voice came from behind.

"Never mind?"

Song Runian hurriedly raised her hand, wiped the tears overflowing from the corner of her eyes, turned her head and smiled, "Uncle, why are you awake?"

"I dreamed that you came to see me, but when I opened my eyes, I found that you really came." Song Shan said.

On the face of the middle-aged man full of vicissitudes, full of joy, he extended an invitation to Song Runian, "Niannian, do you want to go in and sit for a while?"

Song Runian hesitated a little.

Before he could open his mouth, the nurse had already returned with the stool.

Seeing the two of them standing together, they became extremely nervous.

Throwing down the stool in his hand, he ran over, opened his arms to stop Song Runian, "Mrs. Bo, go quickly, I will protect you, and I will never let you get hurt."

On the one hand, he said to Song Shan, "This is your own niece, don't mess around!"

Hearing this, the joy in Song Shan's eyes was instantly extinguished.

Instead, guilt and embarrassment.

He even tightly grasped the corners of the hospital gown with both hands, kneaded vigorously, and whispered, "Last time I... I don't know what's wrong, I seem to remember something and I'm scared things, that’s why it happened.”

After a pause, he added, "Then let's chat through the door, or tie me up."

The man who was over half a century old and even had white hair on his head had pitiful eyes at the moment, and he was humiliating, just to stay with Song Runian for a while longer.

Seeing that Song Runian hadn't responded yet, Song Shan said again, "Because I don't know when the next time I wake up, so I want to remember you now and stay with you for a while..."

Hearing this, the softest part of Song Runian's heart was instantly poked.

It seemed that something sour and astringent was oozing out of it, irritating the tears in the eye sockets.

Indeed, after that incident that year, Song Shan was sent to a mental hospital.

He was originally a good person, but was forcibly fed a lot of psychotropic drugs by Jiang Yilin and Baixian.

If you don't have a mental illness, you will have a mental illness!

In addition, staying in the small and cold prison-like ward for a long time is even more suffocating.

To be honest, if Song Shan can survive until the day she goes to save him, he is already very powerful!

But now, Song Shan, who had suffered so much, regained his sobriety for a short time, and wanted to spend more time with her, how could Song Runian have the heart to refuse?

"Let's go in and sit down and talk, uncle." Song Runian said.

The gloom on Song Shan's face was swept away, he nodded quickly, smiling more happily than a child, "Okay, okay, let's go in and talk."

After entering the ward, Song Shan very consciously tied his left hand to the head of the bed with his shirt, and made a knot on purpose.

"If I really do something to you, you should run quickly, you know?" Song Shan said, "The nurse is waiting outside, as long as you call her, she will come in and help you control me."

Seeing Song Shan's cautious appearance, Song Runian only felt more sad in his heart.

"Uncle, you don't need to do this." Song Runian said.

Song Shan shook his head and insisted, "No, you must! You are my most beloved niece, and also the cutest and most precious little princess of our Song family."

Hearing this, Song Runian almost blurted out, "Am I really the little princess of the Song family?"