Chapter 141 He was buried with her?

Ning Fengsheng passed by the yard and saw the servants dismantling the swing set that her father had made for her when she was a child...

How she longed to return to the past, that warm little home where her father would ride on his shoulders, hold her up and spin her around, make her a big kite, and play with her in the swimming pool...

And my mother always stands gently by my side, with a smile in her eyes.

It seems that Ning's father died along with his mother in a car accident when he was 17 years old.

Ning Fengsheng, don't have any more expectations for this family!

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Hospital, intensive care unit.

Ning Fengsheng looked through the glass at the man wrapped in bandages, his life in countdown.

Gong Ye, you have done so many evil things in your life that God has come to punish you and let you get this retribution, right?

Ning Fengsheng convinces himself every day that this is God's arrangement!

"Ms. Ning, this sandalwood box... Mr. Gong had originally intended to give it to you on your wedding night, but unexpectedly..." The assistant handed over a black, vintage sandalwood box. It looked old, the black paint mottled and peeling...

But it was wiped very clean, so I guess he took good care of it.

The box is decorated with vintage gems and has exquisite craftsmanship. It should be an antique from the last century.

"This is the only relic Mr. Gong's mother left him. The treasures in the jewelry box were pawned long ago to make a living, leaving only this empty box... Mr. Gong cherishes it very much."

"I can see that." Ning Fengsheng frowned. She definitely treasured it very much because she had never seen Gong Ye take it out in her previous life.

"This combination lock was added later. Mr. Gong asked if you knew the combination?" When the assistant said this, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Ning Fengsheng hesitated: "Let's give it a try."

If what Gong Ye said was true, and she heard it correctly...

She remembered her death anniversary - the day she died in her previous life - very clearly.

Ning Fengsheng sat down on a bench in the corridor, his fingers fiddling with the combination numbers on the sandalwood box lock...

May 24th.

With a click, the combination lock opened.

The assistant was horrified and even took a few steps back: "Could it be... what Mr. Gong said is true?"

Ning Fengsheng was surprised. It really opened?

Maybe it was a coincidence? Because May 24th was not only the anniversary of her death, but also the anniversary of the death of Gong Ye's mother.

That’s right, Gong Ye killed her on the anniversary of Gong Mu’s death.

So, in this life, she also chose the anniversary of his mother's death to attack him, but he was lucky enough not to die!

Inside the box was a property transfer agreement and a rolled-up painting tied with a red rope.

Ning Fengsheng removed the red string and opened the painting...

My fingers trembled with shock, and the drawing paper slipped and floated to the ground.

In the painting is Ning Fengsheng's tombstone, where she was buried after her death in her previous life, and where the Nanchuan nobles dug her grave.

However, the inscription on the tombstone changed from "Gong Ye's wife" to "Nanchuan's property"...

There was a person sitting next to the tombstone.

Gong Ye's strong, broad face was very three-dimensional, with fine features. He wore glasses on his gentle and refined face, but they couldn't hide the gloom in his eyes. His thick eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyelashes grew downwards, revealing a pair of eyes that could show affection even to a dog.

He sat diagonally beside the tombstone, wearing a white suit, but his body was translucent.

"Ms. Ning, is this true?" the assistant picked up the painting on the ground and asked carefully.

"What do you know?" Ning Fengsheng breathed deeply.

My bizarre experience seemed like an illusion.

This painting proves that everything is true!

Could it be that Gong Ye, like her, had been reborn? Had he returned with the memories of his previous life?

The tombstones in this painting are all covered with thick moss. The entire cemetery is planted with red roses, which are climbing densely and blooming brightly. It seems that a professional is taking care of it.

The inscription on the tombstone has been changed. The time is obviously after Nanchuan Shijue committed suicide for love. Was he buried with her?

"Mr. Gong has been experiencing mental problems since last month, having the same bizarre dream every night..." the assistant sighed. "He dreamed he was dead, but because of his intense obsession and excruciating regret, his soul was trapped in this very place in the painting... He could only wander the cemetery, watching over her for years... Perhaps the dead Mr. Gong's obsession was too deep, and it created an indescribable magnetic field with the living Mr. Gong, and he actually began to appear in her dreams..."

Ning Fengsheng: "..."

"Well, you must find it very strange when I say this. Mr. Gong is clearly still alive, so how could he dream that he was dead and that he appeared in his dream? Mr. Gong also found it incredible and thought he was sick, so he went to see a psychiatrist."

"What did the doctor say?"

"Of course the doctor concluded that Mr. Gong was mentally ill and had hallucinations."

Ning Fengsheng nodded. She was also diagnosed with delusion.

Things that are unnatural and cannot be explained by medicine can only be attributed to mental problems!

"Mr. Gong cooperated with the doctor's treatment at first, until something incredible happened."

"What's up?"

"Mr. Gong, on the day of Old Madam Gong's sacrifice, Miss Ning showed up..." The assistant observed Ning Fengsheng's expression, "Besides Mr. Gong and me, no one else knew about that sacrifice site."

Ning Fengsheng pursed his lips palely.

"Mr. Gong was nearly pushed off a cliff... Miss Ning, you're here for revenge, right? The words you spoke, the hatred you harbored towards Mr. Gong—they all align with the story Mr. Gong heard in his dream."

Ning Fengsheng lowered his head and stared at the painting thoughtfully.

The assistant had been with Gong Ye for many years, and saw that the woman who once admired Gong Ye so much suddenly changed her temperament...

"Half a month ago, Miss Ning sneaked into the Gong residence, avoiding the servants with ease, went into the study, opened the safe, and took the account book. How did Miss Ning know the combination to the Gong family's front door and safe? How did she know so much about that family?" the assistant asked, one question at a time. "Now, Mr. Gong didn't even tell me the combination to this sandalwood box, so how did you open it?"

"Since you already have the answer in your heart, why do you still need to ask me?"

"So," the assistant said, looking as if he had seen a ghost, "this is real!"

"Didn't Gong Ye in the dream tell him?"

"He did, and he appears in my dreams every day..." the assistant said with a wry smile, "But Mr. Gong didn't tell me much. I heard a few things while he was being treated for his mental illness... If Miss Ning wants to know more specifics, she'll have to wait for Mr. Gong to wake up."

"He may not wake up." Ning Fengsheng's eyes were empty.

Why... after hearing that Gong Ye's soul from his previous life had been imprisoned at her grave, guarding it for so many years, did she let go of her hatred? If it was his obsession, why did he treat her so cruelly?