Chapter 135 What did you say?

Does he have to be so perceptive?

Zhong Wan sighed softly and said weakly, "-2.5."

"What?!"

Lin Yan'an's expression changed drastically. He gripped her hand tightly and looked at her anxiously, asking, "How can it become negative? What will happen to you?"

His tension and fear were obvious; his fingertips were even a little cold, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in the next second.

Sensing his nervousness, Zhong Wan gently tugged at his palm, reassuringly saying in a lighthearted tone, "You'll just be a little more tired and sleepy than usual these next few days, don't worry."

"That's all?"

Lin Yan'an's voice was hoarse, his eyes fixed on Zhong Wan's eyes: "Zhong Wan, I want to hear the truth."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan sighed softly: "If we can finish that within seven days, that's all."

"real."

As if afraid he wouldn't believe her, Zhong Wan quickly nodded: "After it's fixed, Sui Sui will be able to come out."

Lin Yan'an pursed his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice sounding as if he were forcing it out, staring intently at Zhong Wan as he pressed her for an answer, word by word: "What if it can't be made up for?"

"A random bodily sensory function is weakened for seven days."

Zhong Wan's voice was soft, yet it struck Lin Yan'an's heart with tremendous force.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an's face paled instantly. He instinctively tightened his grip on her hand, then quickly loosened it, as if afraid of hurting her.

"Sensory function...weakened?"

His voice trembled, as if each word was being forced out of his mouth: "Or is it random?"

Lin Yan'an subconsciously swallowed, his eyes welling up with tears again: "Hearing...sight or what?"

He simply couldn't imagine such a situation, why...

Seeing his eyes redden instantly, Zhong Wan felt a sense of comfort.

A slight smile played on her lips as she grasped his large hand and said softly, "Lin Yan'an, don't be afraid, everything will be alright."

"That's why we need to take on the next task as soon as possible."

"As long as it's replaced in time, it'll be fine."

After Zhong Wan finished speaking, she looked up, nodded slightly to the two people standing next to Pei Xingyu, and then her gaze fell on the transparent phantom. She continued, "So, I'll help you with your script problem."

Her voice was firm, but her tone was still weak.

Looking at her pale face, Lin Yan'an hesitated: "Why don't we wait until you feel better before we talk about it?"

"No."

Zhong Wan shook her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Lin Yan'an, and smiled with trust as she said, "I'll draw him, and Mr. Lin can finish the rest for me, okay?"

Lin Yan'an was still a little hesitant, but looking into her eyes, she finally nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Zhong Wan glanced at the IV tube and said softly, "It's almost finished, can you pull it out for me?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an turned her head to look, and seeing the last few drops of liquid inside, she got up, walked to the other side, and carefully removed the needle.

Seeing the hot water bottle still steaming in her hand, she gently pressed the spot where the needle had just been removed. Feeling the warmth of her hand and seeing that no blood was flowing out, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Yan'an sat down next to her and looked up at the people in front of her, introducing them: "Wanwan, this is Xingyu's father, brother-in-law Pei Xubai."

“That’s Xingyu’s younger sister, Pei Xingyao.”

"This is my wife, Zhong Wan."

Zhong Wan understood, and greeted the two of them weakly.

He then turned his head to look at the slow-moving figure and said in a low voice, "He's out."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an quickly followed her gaze, but it was unclear whether it was due to the bright indoor lighting or some other reason.

He, who used to be able to see the black mist, saw nothing this time.

Lin Yan'an lowered his eyes, looking at her pale face, thinking about the script that almost needed to be rewritten.

He made a decision instantly, his hesitation vanished, and he said in a deep voice, "Let's find something else, something with a shorter completion time."

Zhong Wan chuckled upon hearing this: "How would we know which time is shorter?"

"But……"

Lin Yan'an was still very worried: "What will you do if you can't complete the task within seven days?"

Zhong Wan looked at him tenderly, her voice full of dependence, and said, "With you here, you'll take good care of me, right?"

Lin Yan'an was speechless, then looked into her eyes and nodded heavily.

His voice was hoarse as he looked at Zhong Wan and promised, word by word, "Yes, I will take good care of you, but Wanwan..."

"No buts."

"It's only seven days, it'll be over soon,"

Zhong Wan shook her head slightly: "Besides, not all ghosts have merit."

At this point, she looked up at the middle-aged man wearing a tattered gray-blue robe, and seeing his thin, pale face and the deep sorrow in his furrowed brows, she said in a deep voice, "Then why not take a gamble? A thousand-year-old obsession, I think... might actually bring some merit."

Lin Yan'an remained silent.

Looking at her right palm facing upwards,

Zhong Wan lowered her eyes, staring intently at her palms, and murmured softly, "Could you please give me the paper and pen?"

Zhong Suisui was forcibly taken back. She didn't know its current state and didn't dare to disturb it easily, so she could only trouble it.

Zhong Wan pursed her lips, her eyes showing a hint of nervousness.

I wonder if drawing with regular paper and pen will be effective.

Suddenly, wisps of black mist appeared in his palm, instantly swelling into a ball before dissipating.

The moment the fog dissipated, the familiar paper and pen appeared in her hand.

Zhong Wan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this: "Thank you."

There was still no response, but Zhong Wan didn't have time to care at this point.

Her eyelids grew heavy again, her eyes felt sore, and everything in front of her seemed to dazzle.

Zhong Wan quickly closed her eyes and calmed herself for a moment before picking up her things.

Seeing this, Lin Yan'an reached out and grasped her wrist, his eyes filled with worry.

"fine."

Zhong Wan met his gaze, and drowsiness surged even stronger.

She yawned involuntarily, her weak voice tinged with sleepiness: "I'm just a little sleepy."

"I'll go to sleep after I finish drawing. You can finish the rest."

"good."

Lin Yan'an nodded solemnly in agreement and slowly released her wrist.

Looking at Zhong Wan's focused expression with her eyes lowered, and at her pale face,

Lin Yan'an felt a pang of sadness and tightness in her chest.

His hands were loosely clenched into fists.

"Seven days."

He silently repeated those two words in his heart, his eyes filled with determination.

Rewriting a script is no less difficult than starting a new book.

Lin Yan'an wasn't confident he could rewrite the entire book within seven days, but he was determined to make a big splash.

He didn't know what the criteria for completing the task were, nor did he know if simply completing the script would be enough.

but……

Suddenly a cell phone rang.

She was staring intently and in shock at Pei Xingyao when she was startled and almost screamed, but luckily her mouth was covered tightly!

Her eyes widened as she forcefully pried the hand off, glaring angrily at its owner.

Seeing this, Pei Xingyu quickly covered her again and whispered in her ear, "Little darling, be quiet."

"My aunt is already putting on a brave face, don't scream and scare her into fainting!"

Pei Xingyao's anger faltered, and the rage in her eyes was quickly replaced by lingering fear. She blinked cautiously, her body stiffening slightly, indicating that she understood.

Seeing this, Pei Xubai finally felt relieved and picked up his phone, frowning as he looked at the call he had just hung up on.

Just as the phone rang again, he quickly answered it and hurried to the door to take the call.

He had just pressed the answer button and hadn't even fully stepped out the door when the message from the other end of the phone made him stop in his tracks, his face darkening.

"What did you say! They want to withdraw their investment?"