Mr. Fu, after my wife is reborn, I won’t marry you unless you are the one to marry her.

At nine o'clock, the museum's doors open to the public.

The name "Gu Jianyi" became famous late, and is definitely not as famous as "Nan Mu".

"This is Teacher Jian Yi's painting." Another team of teenagers was led by the staff.

"If you want Teacher Jian Yi's autograph, you can queue up and you can also draw a lottery."

"Wow! I want Teacher Jian Yi's signature."

"Teacher Jian Yi is so young and beautiful."

"It turns out to be a beautiful painter."

"..."

Behind the already long queue, many more teenagers suddenly appeared.

"Remember to ask Teacher Jian Yi for personal contact information later."

“Why do you want someone’s contact information?”

"Chase her."

Nowadays, children aged fifteen or sixteen are quite precocious, bold and straightforward.

"How could Teacher Jian Yi like you?"

"My family is rich. My dad drives a Mercedes-Benz e and lives in a big villa." The young man said confidently, "And I'm not bad looking either."

"But Teacher Jian Yi doesn't look like he's short of money..."

The boys standing in the back row were talking and didn't notice at all. The man standing behind them listened to their conversation and frowned slightly.

Gu Yanxi couldn't take the time to look at the people queuing up behind her, and she couldn't even deal with the fans in front of her.

Everyone who lined up in front of her would ask for her autograph, and some would even ask for a photo. Since this trip was specifically to meet the fans, Gu Yanxi naturally responded to their requests.

Just the signatures alone were given out to dozens or hundreds.

The group of teenagers who came behind were chattering very noisily, and all kinds of strange questions related to painting emerged one after another.

Gu Yanxi took a pen and wrote a flying "Gu Jianyi" on the white paper that was handed over, and handed over a lottery card.

"Thank you, Teacher Jian Yi."

"You're welcome."

Gu Yanxi put down his pen, picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.

Before he could raise his eyes, an extremely familiar voice fell from above his head.

"Can you sign your name for me?"

Like a conditioned reflex, Gu Yanxi suddenly raised his head.

The man's face just hit her sight, so clear and highly distinguishable.

He just appeared in front of her suddenly.

The cold white light above his head shone on his face. The scar on his forehead had been eliminated, and even his eyes were no longer empty and absent-minded, becoming as black and bright as obsidian.

Everything around him seemed to have stopped for an instant, and everything that was originally dynamic became the background.

Their eyes met, Fu Yanci spread his palm in front of her, "Sign it on my hand."

Gu Yanxi seemed to be suddenly frozen, her pupils narrowed, and she stared at him blankly.

Why did Fu Yanci come here?

Is he also a fan of Gu Jianyi?

No, this is not possible.

Fu Yanci was definitely not the kind of person who would come here in his spare time, find a newly minted painter, and queue up for an autograph.

The air fell into a long silence.

It was so quiet that Gu Yanxi could hear her own nervous heartbeat.

Could it be...he discovered something?

Thinking of this, Gu Yanxi's breath froze, and suddenly he wanted to throw down his pen and run away from here.

"Gu Jianyi, your painting is very similar to the style of a friend of mine."

Fu Yanci seemed to say these words calmly, but he seemed to be explaining something.

Gu Yanxi's heart suddenly returned to its original position.

She forced herself to calmly pick up the pen, placed the tip of the pen on his palm, and signed the words "Gu Jianyi".

Fu Yanci's dark eyes stared at her face for a moment, but all this was not noticed by Gu Yanxi, who lowered his head.

When Gu Yanxi raised his hand, Fu Yanci also looked away.

He glanced at the signature on the palm of his hand, and without saying a word, he moved to the side like most people, leaving his seat to the people in line behind him.

Gu Yanxi glanced sideways at his calm face.

He seemed to be in good condition and full of energy, unlike the last time she saw him at the airport, who looked confused and haggard.

The pain caused by him seemed to be cured by Xin Huan.

Gu Yanxi looked away, pursed her lips absently, and tightened the pen in her hand.

"Teacher Jian Yi, I also want an autograph."

"Teacher Jian Yi?"

The fans' calls brought her wandering thoughts back.

Gu Yanxi had to reopen the business and squeezed out an official smile to respond to the fans.

Fu Yanci was still standing aside and didn't leave.

Gu Yanxi could feel his presence, but she didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at him or observe what he was doing. She felt like a thief.

Another fan leaves.

Amidst the commotion, Gu Yanxi suddenly caught the conversation between Fu Yanci and Guan Hao coming from beside him.

"Mr. Fu, the doctor at the villa called and said that you must be mentally prepared."

"Ms. Fu's vital signs tend to be death and she won't survive tomorrow night."

"..."

Guan Hao's nervous voice was filled with solemnity.

Gu Yanxi suddenly paused.

After going to Bordeaux, she also sent people to secretly inquire about Fu Nanyi's situation many times, hoping for news of her recovery.

She thought that the worst outcome for Fu Nanyi would be to wake up for the rest of her life.

But I never thought that the worst outcome would be death.

A fate that cannot be changed.

An inescapable curse.

Gu Yanxi seemed to be held breathless by that hand again, feeling the cruelty of fate all his life.

She took the pen and wrote another signature on the white paper stiffly, handing it to the person in front of her mechanically, but in fact she didn't even listen to what the other person said.

The girl's lowered eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.

When she came to her senses again, Fu Yanci and Guan Hao had disappeared.

In the next hour, the only thing that echoed in Gu Yanxi's mind was "The vital signs tend to be death, and I won't survive tomorrow night."

Tomorrow night?

Then she should... go see Fu Nanyi for the last time.

……

The Fu family villa is surrounded by an iron courtyard wall. There is a side door on the south side of the wall. It is small and narrow and can only accommodate one person.

Through the gaps in the iron railings, you can see neatly trimmed shrubs and a triangular green lawn.

Gu Yanxi stood by the courtyard wall holding the dumpling in her arms. The dim street light shone on the girl's face, making her facial features a bit hazy.

She raised her head and looked at the majestic building.

The bedroom on the left side of the second floor is the room where she once lived.

At this moment, there was no light coming from the windows of this room, and it was completely dark.

I heard that after Fu Yanci brought Fu Nanyi back from Ji's hospital, he specially arranged a room for her with complete medical equipment and doctors monitoring her condition 24 hours a day.

"Tuanzi, can you flip in?"

Gu Yanxi glanced at the high courtyard wall and then at the cat in his arms.

Tuanzi understood what she meant, looked at her swornly, and patted his chest, as if to say, "Leave it to me with confidence."

Gu Yanxi raised the dumpling high so that it could easily flip in.

Tuanzi jumped up confidently with his hind legs, but fell down before his front paws even touched the wall, squealing as he fell.

Gu Yanxi: "..."