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The wedding is approaching, and Jiang Haochen is becoming increasingly anxious. He tries various methods to delay the wedding, even considering going abroad for further studies as a lame excuse. On the other hand, Ho Su is very calm. Her mission is already over, and now all she has to do is wait for the return of the original owner's soul in the tire. Until now, she is still just a spare tire.
They have almost searched the entire city with no clues. The tire may have already been destroyed as garbage, leaving no evidence. Jiang Haochen can only wait for the final fate. However, there is something indiscernible in the look he gives Ho Su, who is still wearing a dark blue work uniform, with white gloves, busy under various cars, smiling and wiping sweat, lively and lovely, just like when he first met her. And now, he is about to lose her.
Jiang Haochen is deeply entangled. Suddenly, he doesn't want to retrieve that tire, but the tire contains crucial recordings for him and the company. However, once retrieved, it means the current Ho Su will disappear forever.
In just a few months, he has already become accustomed to her sharp tongue, her indifference, her cold laughter, even her voice saying " Jiang Haochen " feels particularly warm. He can't imagine a day without her.
The recording still needs to be found. They drove down the river, and Ho Su sat in the passenger seat, casually looking out the window and said, "You've been good to me because of that evidence, haven't you? I remember you secretly sent people to protect me. Every time I was threatened, someone came to rescue me. You also think I might know something."
Ho Su paused and continued, "You didn't dare to ask me directly because you were afraid I would think you were using me, so you were waiting for me to speak up. Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to speak up."
Jiang Haochen was speechless, Ho Su was right. At first, he did take notice of the repeated persecution Yu Jiaojiao suffered, but it was only after getting to know her that he slowly realized the feeling of loving someone. Every frown and smile of hers was etched in his heart, impossible to erase.
Turns out, he liked her, unknowingly for a long time.
At noon, the scorching sun was shining high in the sky. The two of them decided to rest in a nearby village. It was a very simple village, with houses made of stone. The elderly were leisurely sunbathing, children were running around joyfully, and there was even a curious wolf dog wagging its tail.
The two were warmly welcomed into a villager's home for tea. Ho Su curiously looked around at the interior decoration, but his gaze was drawn to a corner where there was a simple doghouse. It was covered with an old bedsheet, slightly wrinkled at the moment, and the outline underneath the sheet was in the shape of a tire.
"No mistake... it's this tire!" exclaimed Ho Su excitedly, reaching in and feeling around for a moment before pulling out an audio recorder. "It's this one. I recorded everything they said that day."
Jiang Haochen held the audio recorder in his hand, looking at the worn tire with a heavy heart, and asked in a low voice, "Um... can she speak?"
Ho Su was taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood who Jiang Haochen was referring to. She shook her head slowly and said, "I probably can't. I can't speak when I'm tired."
After finding the audio recorder and tire, both of them appeared to be very happy. However, on the way back, Jiang Haochen drove unusually slowly.
"Ho Su, I think I've fallen for you."
"She will come back." Ho Su turned his head to the window again, not for anything else, just to hide the tears. She actually shed tears. After a long time, she smiled and said, " Jiang Haochen, I want to drive. Let me drive, okay?"
"The seatbelt on this side won't buckle, can you help me?" Jiang Haochen helplessly got out of the car and walked to Ho Su's side, but he couldn't open the door. Through the car window, Ho Su smiled at him and whispered a few words. Then, she started the engine and drove straight ahead, getting farther and farther away.
"Ho Su, come back!" Jiang Haochen despairingly shouted, holding his head and crying. The few words Ho Su said to him were, "I will always be with you."
She went to exchange souls with the original Ho Su. She stubbornly believed that if she had another accident, they could switch back to how they were before. What strengthened her resolve was his recent words: "I think I have fallen for you."
But the one he liked was no longer the fragile version of her; it was the strong and brave version of her.
Ho Su had her wish fulfilled and ended up in a car accident. When she woke up, she found herself in a swamp. The first thing she did was numbly stare at her hands, and then she looked at the unchanged tire nearby. She still retained her original consciousness and could even clearly hear the other four tires cursing her as crazy. It was evident that this soul-switching attempt had failed.
The scene was so familiar; the car had plunged straight into the riverbed. That night, her soul had similarly rushed into Ho Su's body. She looked up at the wreckage of the car, feeling a pang of bitterness in her heart. At that same moment, she entered Ho Su's body, while Ho Su's soul was forcefully ejected into the air, dissipating into nothingness.
The fire truck is conducting a tense rescue operation. The vehicle has been salvaged onto the shore and left aside, with no major injuries to the people. Everyone is nervously clearing the scene when a disheveled man in a suit runs over from a distance. He goes straight to the shore, ignoring the slightly injured owner standing to the side, and instead, in full view of everyone, he picks up a worn-out tire from the car and bursts into tears.
"Ho Su... come back, I've never treated you as a spare tire. I will never abandon you again..."
The onlookers grew more and more numerous, everyone couldn't help but chuckle. Ho Su stood to the side, unconsciously curling up the corners of his mouth, and cleared his throat, saying, " Jiang Haochen, it's time to go."
At that, the figure trembled, set down the tire in his arms, and slowly turned around. A woman in a blue work uniform, holding her bleeding forehead, stood in the sunlight, her smile exceptionally bright. For several years, she had quietly accompanied him, her most fearless protection and her most sincere confession.
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