519 Extra: Hurry Up

At that moment, Sunday suddenly opened her mind.

Yeah, he was still Edwin even he got old, and it didn’t matter.

Sunday nodded towards Bryant, "You are so smart, my prince."

Sunday used Elsa's medicine and went back to work within a week.

She looked at Edwin's eyes still hot. She asked him to the rooftop, and told him seriously. "I will not forget my mission. I will accompany the King, the Queen, and the prince. I will be like Aunt Elsa to fulfill my mission."

She said, "Do you love the Queen very much? You must also hope that someone can take care of them after hundreds of years." Her eyes were quiet and serious, "You can rest assured that I will be with them in the future."

"I love you, Edwin, it is you who made me determined to go ashore. But I will not give up my mission. If you want, can you give me your life to let me take care of?" She smiled, "If you do not personally try once, can you rest assured that you give your beloved sister to me to take care of?"

Edwin was a little relieved when he was surprised. Bella was the one he had been guarding for his whole life. Sunday was giving himself a promise to guard her life.

At this time, Sunday was no longer shining the hot light in her simple eyes, but looked at him deeply with the peace accumulated because of time.

Rational, savvy, but fierce.

Edwin shrugged with regret: "I appreciate you very much, you know, but now I can't respond to your feelings. Because your words move me, just because you promised me to take care of Bell, I am moved by this."

He looked at her with a smile: "I think you don't want my feeling of being moved by this non-emotion, do you?"

Sunday smiled. "Mr. Beck, I have a long, long time, and a lot of patience waiting for your emotions to erupt because of me."

Edwin laughed, and didn't say anything recklessly, only said, "This name is better than Master Beck."

Sunday bowed slightly at him. "Mr. Beck!"

"Or you can call me Dean."

"Mr. Beck!" Sunday insisted. Because no one around him called him that. She wanted herself to be different somehow.

"Sunday!" Edwin called her like George did.

Sunday smiled.

Sometimes everything became peaceful when all the questions were solved out.

Sunday was a mermaid more than two hundred years old, and she was Bell’s person. Edwin naturally wouldn’t treat her as badly as an ordinary girl. In addition, Edwin had a persistent appreciation of her medical skills, and he would never speak cruelly to her again.

Sunday recognized the situation and was no longer as persistent as before. She was still Edwin's assistant, but she was the only assistant who could operate independently.

She became Edwin's best partner, creating medical miracles for everyone.

Six years later, George became the chief doctor of Galaxy Clinic, and Sunday was still Edwin’s assistant.

For six years, everyone had a new understanding of Sunday. Some people said that this love was true love. Even if Edwin and Sunday were together at last, they were willing to lose.

For six years, some suitors who liked Edwin had been married, and only Sunday was still there.

In the past six years, so many people had been promoted, but the most outstanding Sunday was still Edwin's assistant, giving up the offer provided by the top foreign hospitals again and again. Every time she refused others, she always said, "I will always be Mr. Beck's assistant, even if he doesn't want me."

Some people said she was stupid and gave up her great future for a man.

Some people said that she was cunning, because no matter how much she gave up, as long as she married Edwin, she would have countless wealth.

In the past six years, Edwin had seen countless men who pursued Sunday come and go. He once joked and persuaded her, "Why not have a try? Maybe you will find that you can fall in love with others."

Sunday always told him, "Mr. Beck, it's working time now, are you talking about personal matters?"

Then Edwin never persuaded her anymore.

On the eve of George’s wedding, he gave Sunday a wedding invitation alone. The bride was his assistant doctor.

Sunday congratulated him.

George said, "Sunday, you're right, there will be someone who will give me everything with care. I found her. But will you still insist? Dean, he won't fall in love with you. Six years, even the hardest ice would have been melted. Sunday, the Dean only has medicine in his eyes, he can't see you."

Sunday laughed. "He cares about me. Last night he lent the car to Doctor Wang and asked him to take me home."

"Doctor Wang is pursuing you, he deliberately lent him the car, don't you understand?"

Sunday laughed. There wasn’t sadness in her eyes, but she was relieved. "He knows that someone is pursuing me, which means he cares about me. George, it doesn't matter, I don't care about it."

George was surprised: "Sunday, why do you see the problem like this? No wonder Dean is good in your eyes."

Sunday laughed without a word, it had been six years.

She felt herself harder to be satisfied.

It turned out that as long as she looked at him every day, she felt happy, and as long as he set his eyes on her, she was extremely happy. Now she was getting greedier.

She had thought about George said. After six years, he still pushed her to others. How could she not be sad?

Two hundred years in the Kingdom of the Sea was not as difficult as these six years.

Time was not the problem, but the sadness accumulated in her heart.

Separated from George in the cafe, Sunday was abducted on land for the first time.

Sunday was two hundred and four years old. She was stuck in the corner, looking at the handsome teenager in front of her, she felt a little funny.

She had seen this teenager during a retinal transplant operation, and she was responsible for it.

It seemed that in her memory the young boy followed her and gave her flowers every day for two months. Then he disappeared afterward.

Sunday smiled. "I remember you, but you should find me in the hospital. It’s very rude for you to act like this."

The teenager stared at her with the stars in his eyes, in which there were panic and possession. "I have convinced my parents that they have promised us to be together. So you don't have to worry anymore."

Sunday laughed. "Little boy, I am old enough to be your great grandmother."

Great-grandmother, such a polite statement. In the boy’s ears, it sounded insulting.

Great-grandmother sounded even worse than claiming to be grandma.

The boy said, "Even my great-grandmother is still my woman. It’s up to me."

The young man rushed to Sunday.

Sunday was a polite woman and never fought. Like Elsa, she had no powers except that she could live a little longer.

Therefore, she could only grapple with the teenager, and then being pressed against the wall because her strength was weaker than the man.

Sunday leaned on the wall and smiled with tears. "Bullying women is not a good boy."

The teenager was irritated by her. "Don't call me a child, I'm twenty-two years old!"

Sunday leaned against the wall, sighing, "Hurry up if you want to do it. I have surgery tomorrow."

"Should the person who is going to have a surgery return home earlier?" Edwin's voice sounded coldly in the alley.