Chapter 226 She is Ning Fengsheng!

In the violent storm, Ning Fengsheng was nearly swept into the deep sea, and lightning illuminated her face——

Pale lips, trembling eyelashes, but a pair of eyes that refuse to surrender.

"East..." She murmured to herself, remembering that Nanchuan Shijue had taken her to that private dock...

It takes about twenty minutes to swim from here.

But that was the only way to get ashore.

Ning Fengsheng took a deep breath and swam towards the east.

The waves pushed her back again and again, and she moved forward again and again.

The cold rain and sea water blurred her vision. Only the lights of the manor, like distant stars, reminded her of the direction.

I don’t know how long it took.

The sea water was getting colder and colder, and Ning Fengsheng's limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Her vision began to blur and she could only move her arms mechanically.

Every breath felt like my last, and my lungs burned with pain.

"I can't swim... anymore..." Ning Fengsheng panted tiredly.

A wave hit her and she sank into the water, the salty sea water pouring down her throat.

Just when she was about to give up, her fingers touched the rough reef—

It's the shore!

She used up her last bit of strength to climb onto the platform and collapsed to the ground.

The rain lashed her body as she lay on her back, her vision blurring. She seemed to see the shadow of a man in the rain and fog, the hem of his black windbreaker fluttering in the strong wind...

"Shengsheng..."

This sound seemed to come from far away.

"I'm a morbid lunatic, dark, paranoid, sensitive, and suspicious... I will spy on your life, explore your secrets, and doubt your sincerity. My woman is absolutely loyal to me and belongs only to me. When I emotionally say that I don't deserve love, you will say you love me again and again, loving me with an almost pathological feeling. Ning Fengsheng, I love you, and I will be yours for the rest of my life. I will never love anyone else. My soul, body, and heart... all belong to you completely. Please haunt me like a ghost and never let me go..."

Ning Fengsheng's eyes moistened as she recalled what Nanchuan Shijue said when he first confessed his love to her.

She was frightened and wanted to escape, but he caught her again and again and confined her in the small space of his surveillance area.

He has always been a madman, a madman who destroys the world, she knew.

Since when did she become crazy?

She could only accept that he loved Ning Fengsheng...she could only accept that he belonged to Ning Fengsheng alone.

Even if she became Si Yin, she would not allow him to be intimate or touch her.

She would rather die in the sea than recognize and fall in love with Nanchuan Shijue.

If they are together, what does their past affection mean?

…

The rain was pouring down, creating countless depressions on the sea surface, which were quickly filled with new raindrops.

Nanchuan Shijue stood on the long steps facing the sea in the manor, his black shirt soaked by rain, clinging to his sturdy body.

He gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white, as if he wanted to crush the railing made of fine iron.

"Search!" His voice was colder than the night rain. "I'll find her even if I have to turn the entire sea upside down!"

The bodyguards jumped into the surging waves like dumplings.

The night wind blew the withered rose petals in the manor, and the delicate petals fell into the sea one after another, floating on the inky water, just like his broken heart.

"Master, this weather is too dangerous!" Moss stepped forward with an umbrella, "Miss Si..."

"Shut up! If she dies, you'll all be buried with her!"

Half an hour ago, he had carried her to the beach with his own hands and thrown her into the surging waves.

He believed she was an imposter, a liar who dared to impersonate Ning Fengsheng.

But now, his heart was pounding, and every beat brought a tearing pain.

Ning Fengsheng's terrified eyes, the hair scattered during his struggle, and the crying voice of "Nanchuan Shijue! You lunatic" were like poisoned silver needles, piercing his blood vessels again and again.

"Master, the bodyguards have all gone into the sea to search."

Nanchuan Shijue lowered his eyes and saw dozens of black shadows floating in the waves, like ants manipulated by fate.

He untied his tie, walked down the stairs to Moss's exclamation, and jumped into the sea.

The cold sea water swallowed him in an instant.

The salty sea water poured into his nostrils and stung his eyes.

He opened his eyes underwater and tried to search for the familiar figure.

The beam of the searchlight formed a blurry column of light in the water, illuminating the floating seaweed and the panicked fish, but there was no sign of Ning Fengsheng.

Regret flooded him like a tide, and every time he moved his arms, his heart was pierced with pain.

"Ning Fengsheng!" He roared in the waves, his voice torn apart by the strong wind.

Why do I have to lose her again just when I find out it’s her?

"Master is in danger! Come up quickly!" Moss's crying voice came from the sea.

The wind and rain grew stronger, and the waves beat against his body, trying to drag him into the abyss.

He searched frantically until his lungs were burning with pain and he was forced to come up.

"Master, I have contacted the salvage team, please come up!" Moss knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

Nanchuan Shijue swam back to the shore and climbed up the slippery stairs step by step.

His face was darker than the stormy night, his black hair stuck wetly to his forehead, making his eyes look like poisoned knives.

"Helicopter." He ordered breathlessly, worried that she would be swept away by the waves. "Start the helicopter search immediately."

Moss's face paled. "The weather warning says there's going to be a storm in an hour! It's thundering and raining right now. Taking off in a helicopter is like courting death!"

Nanchuan Shijue grabbed his collar and said, "You know it's raining heavily right now? She's racing against death every minute!"

"It was the young master who threw Miss Si into the sea... Didn't you say that the imposter must die?"

"I'm the one who deserves to die!" Nanchuan Shijue practically roared, his voice terribly hoarse. "I should have recognized her the first time we met. She's Ning Fengsheng!"

…

The roar of the helicopter cut through the rain.

Nanchuan Shijue stood on the pedal extending from the cabin door, with veins bulging in his hand holding the telescope.

The rain and fog blurred his vision, but he stubbornly refused to blink, for fear of missing any clue.

"Lower!" he yelled to the pilot.

The helicopter tilted and lowered its altitude, flying almost close to the sea surface.

The waves splashed on Nanchuan Shijue's face, mixing with the tears that had flowed out from him at some unknown time.

Through the rain, fog and telescope, he frantically searched for any suspicious black spots on the sea. Every time the waves surged, his heart stopped beating.

"Ning Fengsheng! Stay alive!" He shouted to the vast ocean, his voice torn apart by the wind and rain.

Moss poked his head out of the cabin, holding a weather monitor that kept sounding alarms: "Master, the storm is coming in twenty minutes! We must return..."