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Ouyang Xianyue is an absolute atheist.

But at this moment, facing her grandfather, who is nearing the end of his life,

she still hopes Tang Song can bring miracles like he did in the past.

...

A game of chess was played intermittently for a long time.

As noon approached, the old man’s spirit was visibly waning, and his hand began to tremble slightly when placing the pieces.

Ultimately, during the endgame, Tang Song seemed to make an unintentional mistake and voluntarily conceded defeat.

Thus ended a match that was never about winning or losing.

”Your chess skills are as strong as ever, and your style is unchanged.” He stood up with a smile, ”I lost this time. I’ll study the chess records carefully when I get back and come to learn from you again.”

”You...”

Ouyang Chengping clearly saw through his little ploy but just shook his head in satisfaction with a laugh.

Lunch was simple, served in the small dining room outside the suite.

A few light dishes meticulously arranged by top nutritionists and a warming medicinal soup.

During the meal, Academician Ouyang Chengping spoke little, only quietly watching Tang Song and his granddaughter.

From time to time, he would show a satisfied smile.

For him, in his lifetime, seeing the two young people he admired most sitting together in such harmony was the greatest consolation.

Of course, if the two of them eventually came together, that would be without regret.

However, he knew well that matters of the heart cannot be forced.

The age difference between them was too great, and his granddaughter was previously married, which actually wasn’t suitable.

After the meal, Tang Song took the initiative to bid farewell.

Ouyang Chengping grabbed his arm, that dry, thin hand surprisingly strong at this moment, ”Come visit when you have time. This old body of mine might not...”

”No, it won’t.” Tang Song immediately interrupted him, his voice sincere and firm: ”People like you, a national treasure, still need to look after us juniors, contributing to Huaxia. I believe that in five years, you’ll surely witness an unprecedented prosperity of the Chinese nation. We will break through the Western blockade completely and achieve true surpassing in all fields!”

Ouyang Chengping watched him, vigorous and hopeful, silent for a long time.

Finally, he gave Tang Song a heavy pat on the shoulder, with eyes that seemed to burn, ”Then I’ll hold on a few more years!”

At the moment of farewell.

Ouyang Chengping’s attendant presented to Tang Song a scroll that had long been framed, handing it to him ceremoniously.

On it were four flamboyant, powerful cursive characters.

[Ride the Wind and Wave].

The signature and stamp of Ouyang Chengping were affixed in the corner.

...

The black Audi A8L slowly drove away from the solemn sanatorium.

Inside the quiet car cabin.

Tang Song leaned on the seat, holding the scroll, his gaze lowered, silent.

Beside him, Ouyang Xianyue watched him with a smile at the corner of her lips and her gaze gentle.

Returning to the Bamboo Pavilion courtyard where Tang Song stayed.

The two did not enter the house but stood side by side under the tall maple tree in the courtyard.

They started chatting.

Having just received the third segment of complete memories, Tang Song was filled with many emotions.

He and Ouyang Xianyue talked about the technology blockade in 2019, the capital frenzy in 2020, the breakthroughs of TY Precision...

Finally, they touched on the fateful first encounter in 2017.

”You might not believe me when I say this,” Ouyang Xianyue’s voice was light, like the breeze stirring the maple leaves, ”but when I first saw you, you seemed so familiar, like an acquaintance I’ve known for a long time.”

Tang Song blinked, ”I have the same feeling, perhaps... we knew each other in a past life?”

At his words.

Ouyang Xianyue let out a chuckle.

She tightened her coat, standing casually under the maple tree.

The maple leaves in late November took on a vibrant orange-red hue.

The afternoon sunlight through the leaves cast dappled shadows over her beautiful face.

Making her appear even more dignified and graceful. Gracefully dignified.

She turned around to look at him, her eyes carrying a blend of mature woman’s mischief and warmth.

”What do you think... our relationship might have been in a past life?”

Their eyes met.

Tang Song’s heart fluttered, as if deciphering something from her playful gaze.

He stepped forward, standing just half a meter in front of Ouyang Xianyue.

He could distinctly breathe in her unique fragrance, a blend of tea and her natural scent, and see the small fine hairs on her face.

After a moment.

Ouyang Xianyue’s eye twitched, playfully relaxed, ”Why aren’t you speaking?”

Tang Song displayed a gentle smile, ”One always needs to take a closer look, who knows, maybe in a past life, you were someone very important to me too?”

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out, deftly catching a maple leaf falling from a branch.

He casually placed it among her pinned-up black hair.

His slender fingers glided down along her hairline, lightly brushing her shoulder and back.

”Thump thump thump—”

Ouyang Xianyue’s heart began racing uncontrollably.

She removed the maple leaf from her hair, smoothly brushing a loose strand to the left side of her shoulder.

One hand resting on the other arm, her gaze slightly lowered, using this posture to conceal any possible loss of composure.

Soon, Ouyang Xianyue looked up again, ”Alright, I’m done joking with you.”

In this moment, she seemed to regain her composure as a poised lady.

Elegant, reserved, mature, and gracious.

She gently pressed her rosy lips together, gazing at Tang Song.