Chapter 240 I will find my way home

"She's dead." Nanchuan Shijue's voice exploded in her ears like thunder.

Ning Fengsheng's eyes widened as he watched the doctor push the bed out, and his body was about to collapse...

Nanchuan Shijue put his strong arms around her waist, which allowed her to stand.

Ning Fengsheng murmured softly: "I'm sorry, grandma. It's all my fault. I came too late and didn't fulfill my filial duty..."

"Miss Si, don't blame yourself... The young master, he has done his best to be filial." Moss's throat was dry, and he began to have a crazy intuition - the young master's guess was right, this really was Miss Ning.

Nanchuan Shijue picked up the man and walked through the long corridor.

Ning Fengsheng's mind went blank, all sounds became distant, and only the roar of blood hitting the eardrum remained.

She was carried all the way back to the car and placed in the back seat.

When the man's hand reached out and gently twisted her tear-soaked hair, she suddenly woke up.

"Thank you..." She looked at him blankly, "I...I might have been too immersed in the performance...I couldn't control my tears."

“…”

"I want to be alone...quiet..."

Nanchuan Shijue said nothing, closed the car door and left space for her.

Ning Fengsheng curled up in the leather seat, listening to the silence outside the car. She waited for a long time, and only when she was sure that Nanchuan Shijue had gone far away did she sob like a lost child.

Nanchuan Shijue didn't go far, but leaned against a nearby tree and lit a cigar.

He faintly heard crying coming from the car.

At first, it was suppressed and restrained, as if I was crying with my hands covering my lips.

Eventually it collapsed completely.

Nanchuan Shijue puffed out smoke fiercely, staring at the mountains in the distance, his eyes swollen and red.

When the crying in the car gradually faded, he put out his cigarette and knocked on the window.

No response.

Nanchuan Shijue opened the car door and saw Ning Fengsheng curled up in the seat, her wig disheveled and her makeup smudged, like an abandoned rag doll...

"I'll ask the driver to take you back." He ordered in a deep voice, and suddenly a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

"Don't go..." she begged with sobs, "Please...stay with me..."

Nanchuan Shijue's pupils constricted.

"I'm scared!"

He got into the car silently, and as soon as he closed the door, Ning Fengsheng threw herself into his arms.

Nanchuan Shijue froze for a moment, then carefully put his arms around her.

Her hands and feet were cold and her breathing was rapid, obviously she was deprived of oxygen from crying.

He reached into the car's refrigerator and took out a chilled towel.

"Close your eyes," he ordered, his voice much softer than usual.

Ning Fengsheng closed his eyes obediently.

The cool washcloth was gently placed on her swollen eyelids, soothing the burning sensation.

Then, Nanchuan Shijue took out another soft towel, wrapped it around her cold hands, and wiped them gently.

When his fingers accidentally touched her cheek, she felt a slight shiver.

Nanchuan Shijue immediately withdrew his hand and restored that heartbreaking gentlemanly distance.

Ning Fengsheng really wanted to say, I am Ning Fengsheng, the Prince of Nanchuan, I don’t want to act anymore… I want to be your Shengsheng…

"Nanchuan Shijue, I..."

Suddenly, a cell phone rang. It was Ning Fengsheng's cell phone ringtone.

"Master, there's a call, Master, Master, there's a call... Why haven't you answered the phone yet? Hurry up and answer the phone! Are you trying to tire me to death..."

Ning Fengsheng stared at the vibrating phone, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

She almost blurted out, thinking of the consequences of revealing the truth -

What should she do with "Ning Fengsheng" in the Rose Garden? Should she be intimate with him as Si Yin?

Once you tell him everything, let him know that the soul in Si Yin is the real Sheng Sheng.

Nanchuan Shijue’s hope of waiting for “Ning Fengsheng” to wake up was dashed.

What about Master Nanchuan? Will he kill her again?

"Why don't you answer it? Do you want me to avoid it?" Nanchuan Shijue's indifferent voice sounded.

The words "Ji Yanli" were jumping on the screen.

Like a knife stabbing into his eyes...

He wanted to snatch the phone and throw it out the window.

He forced himself to suppress his anger, held the door handle with one hand, and was ready to get out of the car at any time.

Ning Fengsheng hung up the phone and simply turned it off.

"I borrowed his book, and he might be urging me to return it..." She didn't know why she had to explain.

She and Ji Yanli are really not familiar with each other——

Nanchuan Shijue didn't know whether he believed it or not, and the heat in his eyes cooled down: "I'm sorry, Miss Si. I shouldn't have brought you into my family affairs."

Ning Fengsheng shook his head, his wet hair sticking to his face. "Why is it a family matter? I'm supposed to be here... to fulfill an old man's last wish. Thank you for arranging this..."

If she hadn't been able to see Old Lady Ning for the last time, she would probably regret it for the rest of her life.

It will be much more painful than it is now...

Nanchuan Shijue did a great job. Without him, grandma’s last days would not have been so comfortable and decent.

"Thank me? I should be thanking Miss Si... You acted so convincingly." Nanchuan Shijue gave her a thumbs-up and wiped away the tears from her eyes. He truly regretted it, to the point of being utterly mad.

If she would rather be "Si Yin" for the rest of her life, she wouldn't have to return to Beizhou and experience the pain of losing her loved ones.

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Rose Garden.

After Ning Fengsheng came back from the hospital, he locked himself in the room, curled up on the bed and checked his phone.

There are many photos stored in her cloud drive, and the login password is in...

I flipped through the photos of my grandma and mom one by one, and I missed them more and more.

Suddenly she found that there were many more photos in the cloud drive.

These are the photos that Nanchuan Shijue took to record life during this year, including the photos of the baby right after he was born and growing up day by day.

Ning Fengsheng's eyes widened. This man cracked her cloud drive and stuffed so many photos in it?

I think Nanchuan Shijue logged into Ning Fengsheng's phone, saw the cloud disk account, and cracked the password...

"Miss Si, lunch is ready." The servant knocked on the door.

"I'm not hungry." Her throat was hoarse from crying continuously.

"Miss Si, please eat a little. This is not good for your health."

"Don't worry about me, I want to be alone." She buried her face between her knees, and the feeling of her grandmother's skinny fingers sliding from her palms before her death came back to her, making her tremble all over.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ning Fengsheng could no longer bear the pain, so he quietly slipped out from the side door and hailed a taxi on the side of the road.

"Miss, that place is very remote. It might be difficult to get a taxi back at this time."

"It's okay." She rested her forehead against the cold car window. "I'll find my way home."

I miss my mother. I really want to see her...

As the taxi drove out of the city, the familiar scenery began to awaken the memories she had deliberately sealed away.

She had walked this road countless times, every time she was sick with longing.

The iron gate of the cemetery has rusted, and the gravekeeper is still the hunched old man.