The phone from Yunnan hasn't stopped ringing, urging her to go back and receive treatment.

Her organs, bones, eyes, and ears all require lengthy treatment.

She turned off the phone and threw it aside.

While packing her suitcase to go back, Lù Yì Nóng heard a dog barking.

She doubted if she misheard because between the dog barks, there seemed to be a familiar voice.

But she also thought it might be her hallucination because during numerous struggles on the verge of life and death, she often heard his voice.

Very soft, very weak, like a cat's cry, begging her not to die.

And now, the owner of that voice should be wearing a handsome suit, receiving blessings from family and friends.

However, in some inexplicable way, a force seemed to compel her to let go of the clothes in her hands, open the door, and go out.

Then, Lù Yì Nóng saw him.

The groom who should have been full of spirit was sitting by the wall, with his hair in disarray.

Just like on that winter night many years ago, waiting for her redemption.

Her ears felt like they had been struck by a heavy hammer, and her world was buzzing and trembling.

Lù Yì Nóng hugged him.

His eyes were filled with tears, to the extent that he didn't notice her eyes, covered by the brim of her hat, turning red at the sight of him.

They embraced and kissed.

Her instinct told her that she missed this man, missed him very, very much.

But when his hand touched the scar on her waist, she suddenly woke up—

She was a person whose half a foot was held by the devil in hell.

And he, today, is his wedding day. He has a loving wife who will have a happy and stable second half of life.

Lù Yì Nóng pushed him away, sat up, and slapped herself hard.