Chapter 310: Find that fortune teller!

Ning Fengsheng looked at the man's curled-up figure in the darkness, revealing a rare vulnerability.

She suddenly felt a pain in her heart, as if she had been stung by something——

I couldn't help but stretch out my transparent hand and gently touched his furrowed brow.

When her fingertips passed through his skin, she felt nothing, but she seemed to feel a strange warmth that she had not felt when she touched him before.

Did she feel his warmth this time? How strange!

"Nanchuan Shijue..." Her voice was as light as the wind blowing through the petals, "Why can't you see me, can't you hear me..."

Nanchuan Shijue's brows furrowed even tighter, his Adam's apple rolled in his neck, and his originally steady breathing suddenly became disordered.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Ning Fengsheng leaned in close, almost touching his ear. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Nanchuan Shijue's body trembled even more violently, his hands outside the quilt suddenly tightened, his knuckles turned white, and all the muscles in his body were tensed like strings.

He struggled as if in a dream, trying to grasp something—

"Could it be that you heard me talking?" Ning Fengsheng asked doubtfully. His reaction was a bit too big.

Sweat broke out on Nanchuan Shijue's forehead, and he moved his head with great difficulty - and nodded.

He heard it!

This realization almost made her cry with joy!

There was moisture in the transparent eye sockets, but no tears fell.

Ning Fengsheng leaned forward again, his nose almost touching his cheek, his voice trembling with disbelief: "Nanchuan Shijue, did you really hear me? Do you know who I am?"

Silence spread across the room, with only the ticking of the clock pounding on my nerves.

Just when Ning Fengsheng thought it was an illusion, Nanchuan Shijue's head moved again.

"That's great..." Her voice choked, "I'm Si Yin. I've been by your side for many days, but you couldn't see me or hear me..."

Is this the legendary dream?

"I should be dead," she said aggrievedly, watching the man's brows instantly twist into a knot, his face as pale as paper, "in that explosion..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by his suddenly heavier breathing.

His fingers curled up tightly, his knuckles pressing against the sheets, as if he was enduring great pain.

Ning Fengsheng hurriedly explained, "I'm not blaming you. I've noticed you've been feeling very sad these past few days... Although I don't remember what happened, I know you definitely don't want anything to happen to me... Don't blame yourself. Eat on time and take good care of yourself. It hurts me to see you drinking..."

Nanchuan Shijue's face was pale, his expression was painful and distorted, and he was sweating all over.

"The past is the past. I came to you today to ask you for a favor. Can you help me?"

Nanchuan Shijue was breathing heavily, as if he wanted to respond to her, but he couldn't utter a word.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and he nodded with difficulty...

"No one can see me, except the fortune teller in the square tonight. He can see me. But you walked too fast..." Ning Fengsheng held his breath and asked cautiously, "Nanchuan Shijue, can you... find that fortune teller? I have something to ask him."

Nanchuan Shijue's eyelashes trembled, and after a few seconds, he nodded slowly and firmly again.

"Really?" Ning Fengsheng almost jumped up with joy. "You promised me, don't go back on your word! I'll wait for you!"

He nodded again, and there seemed to be a little moisture on his long eyelashes.

Ning Fengsheng was about to say something else when he suddenly felt a sharp loss of weight in his body.

She looked down at her hands. The already translucent outline became even more illusory, like mist blown away by the wind, and even her fingertips began to blur.

A feeling of weakness came over me like a tide, and my consciousness seemed to be swallowed by a black hole.

She took one last look at the man on the bed. The wrinkles between his brows were still there, but seemed a little softer than before.

Then, she fell completely into endless darkness.

…

It was the next morning when I regained consciousness.

Ning Fengsheng's soul floated in the air, looking at the man in the study who was almost ignited by anger.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

The globe was swept to the ground.

Nanchuan Shijue stood in front of the desk with two buttons undone on the collar of his ink-colored shirt, revealing his graceful collarbone.

"I'll say it again, that wasn't a dream!" He slammed his fist down on the table. "She was talking in my ear. She said she'd been with me for days. She told me to go find that fortune teller!"

Moss tried his best to remain calm. "Yes, yes, Master, don't get angry. I didn't say I didn't believe you. It's just that the doctor said... you've been overworked these days dealing with the explosion scene, and you've become ill from missing me..."

"My brain isn't so bad that I can't tell the difference between dreams and reality!" Nanchuan Shijue tugged at his tie, feeling irritated. In fact, he himself was unsure -

He has always been a materialist and never believed in metaphysics.

But because of Ning Fengsheng... he can believe anything.

Ning Fengsheng floated to his side and could clearly see the bulging blue veins on the back of his hand.

He was angry, angry that no one believed him, angry that he was so incompetent that he could only meet her in his dreams...

"Get that fortune teller here!" he suddenly said, his voice as cold as the winter wind. "I promised her!"

Even if it was really a dream, what I promised Ning Fengsheng in the dream still counts.

"Yes, yes," Moss responded quickly. "After the young master gave the order, I immediately sent people to investigate. However, the old man has no fixed residence, and the vendors in the square said they had never seen him... Don't worry, young master, I will immediately send more people and report as soon as we have any news."

A silent smile bloomed on Ning Fengsheng's transparent face.

He really remembered and was helping her find it.

You keep your word, Nanchuan Shijue! You take her matter to heart.

At this moment, a doctor in a white coat walked in tremblingly, holding a medical report in his hand: "Master, all your physical indicators are normal, but..."

Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"It's just that being in a state of high pressure for a long time, coupled with excessive thoughts, may cause...hallucinations." The doctor's voice became smaller and smaller, almost frozen by the cold air.

Nanchuan Shijue's face instantly darkened, and the air pressure around him was so low that it was suffocating: "Get out."

The doctor didn't dare to say anything more. He put down the report and fled in a hurry, not even daring to close the door tightly.

The only people left in the room were Nanchuan Shijue, Moss, and Ning Fengsheng floating in the air.

Moss picked up the report and handed it over. "Master, you dream about it during the day... It's not that I don't believe you, but I missed Miss Ning so much before that I had hallucinations. Have you forgotten?"

Nanchuan Shijue rubbed his temples and began to doubt himself.

Thinking about how Ning Fengsheng said her name was "Si Yin" in the dream, she forgot everything... It doesn't make sense.