Chapter 238 Shengsheng! Say you love me!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Ning Fengsheng knew there was nowhere to hide, so he walked out from the shadows.

Under the moonlight, Nanchuan Shijue's expression changed from rage to calmness.

He was wearing a black silk robe with a slightly open collar. His black hair, which was not fixed with hairspray, was a little messy, but it added a bit of dangerous wildness.

"Ms. Si seems to like peeping?"

Unlike the furious punishment he gave after being caught in the manor...this time he was much more lenient.

"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go to the rooftop to get some fresh air. I didn't expect you to be here too."

Nanchuan Shijue stayed on her red and swollen eyes for a second, turned around and walked back to the wheelchair, without looking back, he ordered; "Go back to sleep."

"Can I see her?" Ning Fengsheng asked in a muffled voice, "You all say we look exactly alike. I want to see how much we look alike."

Nanchuan Shijue's back stiffened noticeably.

"She is the hostess of the Rose Garden. Since I am a guest here, shouldn't you introduce me to her?"

There was a silence.

The night wind blew up the ends of Ning Fengsheng's hair. Nanchuan Shijue took the trouble to straighten it and tuck it behind her ears: "It's up to you."

Ning Fengsheng held his breath and approached step by step.

The lights on the rooftop were not bright. In the warm yellow halo, she saw "Ning Fengsheng" wearing a layered little dress, like the most exquisitely dressed doll in the window. She wore long lace sleeves on her hands. Although her legs were not used for walking, she was still given a pair of Marie-Jane leather shoes. Her long satin hair was decorated with a lace headband. It was obvious that her hair was carefully maintained and it shone with a beautiful luster under the light.

The face was exquisite and beautiful, with the same almond-shaped eyes, the same curvature of the nose, and the same shape of the lips.

It’s just that the skin of “Ning Fengsheng” in the wheelchair is even paler, like a greenhouse flower that has not seen the sun for a long time.

Her eyelashes were incredibly long, casting a shadow under her eyes, but her lips were a healthy pink, obviously someone carefully applied lipstick to her every day.

This "Ning Fengsheng", who was held in the palm of the hand of Nanchuan Shijue and cared for, was carefully dressed like a sleeping princess even though she was unconscious.

"She is so beautiful, you take good care of her..." Ning Fengsheng unconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Don't touch her!" Nanchuan Shijue grabbed her wrist.

"I'm sorry... I just, couldn't help myself."

Nanchuan Shijue let go of her and turned around to straighten the skirt of "Ning Fengsheng" in the wheelchair: "Are you still not leaving after watching?"

"I guess Miss Ning Fengsheng must be feeling very happy."

Ning Fengsheng said with a smile, seeing that she was being taken care of so well, she felt happy to be loved.

"Happiness?" He sneered, his voice frighteningly low. "You call a speechless, motionless, and forever-unable-to-wake-up vegetative patient happiness?"

"She has a lover like you by her side. Isn't that happiness enough?"

"I would rather pay any price for her to wake up, even if it means I disappear from this world."

"Why do you think so?" Ning Fengsheng was surprised.

"She became like this because of me. If she hadn't known me, if she hadn't met me, she could have lived a normal life, married, had children, and lived to old age in peace! It was me who dragged her into this hell."

"Why are you blaming yourself? If she hadn't met you, her life would have been meaningless."

Nanchuan Shijue's expression became strange: "What's the meaning? Is she trying to escape from me again and again? Or is she standing in front of me and refusing to recognize me? Miss Si, tell me?!"

"Nanchuan Hereditary Lord..."

"Aren't you leaving yet? Don't force me to chase you away!"

Ning Fengsheng turned his face away, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Nanchuan Shijue knelt on one knee in front of the wheelchair, his forehead resting on Ning Fengsheng's folded hands. The moonlight shone on the two figures, which were as beautiful as a medieval oil painting, but also heartbreakingly sad.

Ning Fengsheng turned and walked towards the stairs. Before leaving the rooftop, she couldn't help but look back one last time -

Nanchuan Shijue was pinching Ning Fengsheng's chin and kissing deeply those lips that would never respond under the moonlight.

That kiss was lingering and desperate...

Nanchuan Shijue's fingertips gently traced the facial features of the person in his arms, as if he wanted to carve every contour into the bone marrow.

…

In the early morning, Ning Fengsheng opened her eyes, and the sunlight shone through the gauze curtains, casting tiny spots of light on her face.

She blinked, momentarily unsure where she was.

"Miss Si, you're awake." A maid in black and white uniform stood by the bed, holding a silver tray in her hand. "The young master has ordered that you must be ready before nine o'clock."

Ning Fengsheng then remembered that he had returned to the Rose Garden.

I ate all the chocolate chips last night and only managed to get a few hours of sleep...

The person in the mirror had messy short hair and tired eyes. I cried so hard last night that my eyes were badly swollen.

Three maids were busy around her.

The hair extension artist attached strands of real hair to her hair...

The texture of this hair is very similar to that of "Ning Fengsheng". It feels like silk and smells fragrant.

"The young master is extremely particular about details," the maid said as she fastened her corset, "especially regarding everything concerning Miss Ning."

Ning Fengsheng felt a sharp pain in his ribs, and then he remembered that he was a little fatter than "Ning Fengsheng" and his waist was also a circle bigger...

Grandma probably wouldn't notice these subtle details.

Except for Nanchuan Shijue, no one can tell the difference between them so clearly!

Breakfast is served on the terrace.

Ning Fengsheng mechanically chewed the breakfast carefully prepared by the chef, but could not taste anything.

The front and back gardens of the rose garden are very large, with rare plants dotted among roses of various colors.

Suddenly, a strange conversation caught her attention.

"Shengsheng, you have such a sweet mouth. Do you like me treating you like this?!" said a strange voice.

"Nanchuan Shijue, kiss me, I want you to kiss me..." Another shrill voice responded immediately.

Ning Fengsheng's cheeks flushed. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw two large, brightly colored parrots, one blue and one green, hanging on a weeping crabapple tree, "talking" to each other in a very serious manner.

"Stupid woman, you can't even kiss..."

"Brother Nanchuan, someone is watching..."

Ning Fengsheng's eyes widened. The parrot that Nanchuan Night Owl had seen a year ago should be the same species as the one in front of him...

Nanchuan Shijue is still as childish as ever. Judging from the vocabulary of this parrot, it must have been raised for a long time and taught a lot.

"Shengsheng, tell me you love me, I want to hear it!"

"I love you, Nanchuan Shijue, I love you so much!"

Ning Fengsheng couldn't help laughing out loud. The blue male parrot suddenly turned its head and locked its black bean-like eyes on her.

"Shengsheng, Shengsheng! Tell me you love me!" It flapped its wings and landed on her shoulder, calling her affectionately and gently combing her wig with its beak, "Ning Fengsheng, tell me or not!"