Chapter 130

The pendulum stops.

Pei Yanhe opened his eyes and stared blankly at the dead white ceiling. He was sweating as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

The grip on Shen Yizhi's hand was still tight.

It was like the only thing he could hold on to, and he refused to let go even if he lost consciousness.

Shen Yizhi saw that he had woken up, but was in a state of disarray. She hurriedly asked, "Doctor Wu, what's going on now?"

Doctor Wu put the clock into his pocket. "Most people who wake up after hypnosis will be unconscious for a short period of time. Once they can distinguish between reality and dreams, they will wake up."

Shen Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Then when will Pei Yanhe become conscious?"

"It depends on the individual situation," Dr. Wu said. "However, this is Mr. Pei's first successful hypnosis session, so it will probably take some time."

"Please stay with him for a while. I'll be waiting outside. Call me if you need anything."

Shen Yizhi replied "Okay", and after Dr. Wu left, they were the only two left in the lounge.

Shen Yizhi moved forward, held his hand back, and whispered, "Pei Yanhe."

The first ray of sunlight greeted the dark world. Pei Yanhe lowered his eyes, looking at her with a blurry and unfocused gaze.

His vision was fogged up by a layer of mist, and he could only make out her vague outline.

Even so, he recognized her at first sight.

"Shen Yizhi."

"I'm here." Shen Yizhi leaned forward and responded gently.

His voice was incredibly hoarse, and his tone sounded bitter and astringent. "Hold me, okay?"

My heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle for no apparent reason, and was filled with pain.

Shen Yizhi choked and hugged him around the waist without hesitation, resting her head on his strong chest, the sound of violent beatings clearly and powerfully hitting her ears.

She didn't say anything and just stayed with him quietly.

She knew that all she needed to do now was wait for him to speak.

"I saw her." Pei Yanhe pinched her knuckles and seemed to have regained some consciousness.

Shen Yizhi blinked and said, "And then."

Pei Yanhe's face was expressionless, with no emotion. "She said she doesn't blame me."

"Let me look forward, let me not stay where I am."

He paused, closed his eyes, and the lonely, dark rainy night flashed through his mind. He said slowly: "Then, I came back."

"Once again, I left her there alone."

His tone was calm, so calm that it was a little strange.

Shen Yizhi heard the almost numb hatred in his words; he hated himself.

"No, Pei Shanshan." Shen Yizhi repeated over and over again: "Aunt Wen will always be with us in the other world."

Pei Yanhe asked stubbornly: "Really?"

Shen Yizhi raised her head from his arms and said with certainty: "Of course, Aunt Wen will turn into a star in the sky and stay with us forever."

Pei Yanhe stopped talking and remained silent, falling into long contemplation.

Shen Yizhi rarely saw Pei Yanhe like this. She hadn't seen him like this when he was on the verge of death in the car accident, nor when Aunt Wen died when she was a child.

In every previous occasion, he gave people the impression of being calm, taciturn and expressionless, which made people sigh that "this is what a qualified heir should be like."

To the point that everyone gradually forgets that he is also a human being, a normal person with joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

After a long while, Pei Yanhe spoke again in a hoarse voice: "Accompany me to a place tomorrow."

Shen Yizhi didn't ask, and responded decisively: "Okay."

Pei Yanhe was in a depressed mood that day.

Maybe he had already been able to distinguish between reality and fiction, but he was just not prepared.

Not ready to face the cruel reality.

He needs time to accept it.

All Shen Yizhi could do was to stay quietly by his side.

During the meal, she occasionally said a word or two, and he would say "hmm" from time to time to prove that he was listening.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he became particularly clingy, hugging her and burying his head in the crook of her neck, leaving no gap.

Shen Yizhi patted his back from time to time, like coaxing a child.

A fragile and fragile child.

-

The next day.

The sky is overcast and there is no clear sky.

Before leaving, Shen Yizhi hesitated and asked, "Where are you going today? Is it important?"

"How about we do it another time?"

Pei Yanhe raised his eyes and looked at the gloomy sky. Then, he opened the car door for her and put his hand on the top of the door.

"No, get in the car."

Shen Yizhi was separated between the car and him. Seeing his firm attitude, he didn't say anything more and got into the car.

Wait for Pei Yanhe to sit on the other side of the back seat.

Today the driver is driving the car.

The car is moving.

Shen Yizhi then remembered and asked again: "Where are we going now?"

From the moment she agreed to accompany him to the moment she got in the car, she still didn't know the destination of this trip.

Pei Yanhe subconsciously held her hand, and only when he felt the warmth of a normal person did he calm down a bit. "You'll know when the time comes."

Along the way, Shen Yizhi had no intention of paying attention to the destination of this trip.

Instead, she was bored and chatted with Pei Yanhe about all sorts of things, from the yellow dog in the compound when she was a child to the urban gossip she heard casually in the news.

Pei Yanhe listened silently.

Until the surroundings become quiet and empty.

The car stopped.

Shen Yizhi got out of the car and realized, "Is it a cemetery?"

Pei Yanhe took the bouquet of flowers handed to him by the driver, and naturally led her inside with his free hand.

"Even though I just saw her yesterday, I think she must be missing me."

His yesterday refers to the dream he had during hypnosis yesterday.

Shen Yizhi understood and nodded dully.

There are endless stone steps, with moss growing occasionally on the stone surface, and the air is mixed with the smell of damp soil.

In front of the cold gray tombstone, a line of words was sunken, deeply engraved with "Wen Xu's Tomb".

Pei Yanhe bent down and placed the white rose in his hand in front of the grave.

This cemetery is regularly cleaned by staff, the stone surfaces are clean, and there are almost no weeds around the tombs.

"White Rose, you should like it." Pei Yanhe stood up and stared at the photo on the tombstone.

Wen Xu actually has a bright appearance, but she grew up in a scholarly family, so her gentle and quiet temperament masks her very impactful looks.

But it is obvious that Pei Yanhe looks extremely like her.

He looked through the photo into her eyes.

She was still alive in the dream, but now she has turned into a photo.

There was a cool breeze, and the wind blowing on my cheeks felt like a sharp blade.

He was not good at speaking and the atmosphere remained quiet.

Shen Yizhi couldn't bear it any longer, and finally spoke: "Aunt Wen, I'm Zhizhi, long time no see."

"It's been so long since we last met, I wonder if you missed me?"

Her tone was playful, and although she was facing a lifeless photo, it was as if she was having a conversation with it from across the air, lively and vivid.

Pei Yanhe tilted his head and looked at her with calm eyes, wondering what she was thinking.