Chapter 16 Get out of the Rose Garden now...
Ning Fengsheng suddenly looked up and saw an extremely furious face.
"Why do you always like to steal my things!" He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled it, wishing he could crush her cervical vertebrae.
"I didn't steal..."
"You used my password to log into my computer and phone, deleted all my data... sneaked into my study and burned my photos!" Nanchuan Shijue was like a demon at this moment, "Just like when you logged into my account and stole confidential documents for Gong Ye... You are always a sneaky thief!"
Ning Fengsheng bumped into the cold marble column, and the man's rough fingers stroked her carotid artery.
He was wearing a dark green tie with dark patterns, the same one he had used as a blindfold on her last Christmas Eve.
"I...it hurts...please let me go..."
Ning Fengsheng didn't expect him to be so angry, and his hair was pulled as he walked forward.
The man grabbed her hair and dragged her to the fireplace like a dead dog.
The pain of her scalp being pulled made her face pale. Her hair, which was most precious to him, was cruelly pulled in his hand.
Because of excessive force, a strand of it was pulled out...
"Look at these ashes, tell me what this is?" Flames danced wildly in his dark blue pupils. He picked up a few fragments floating in the corner. "It was the first time we skied and fell into a snowdrift. It was when you had a fever and I cooked porridge for you and burned the back of your hand. It was when you huddled in my arms with a stray cat during a typhoon—"
His voice suddenly caught in his throat.
The burning photo paper curled up into ashes, and there was a photo that was not completely burned that revealed half of a smiling face. It was him holding the 19-year-old Ning Fengsheng in his arms and stuffing snowballs into her collar.
"Master Nanchuan has a really good memory..." Ning Fengsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers, stained with ash, touched his violently heaving chest. "But these are all stains on your life..."
“Bang!”
The photo frame was blown into the fireplace by the wind, and sparks flew.
Nanchuan Shijue ripped off his tie and sneered, "Stain? The fact that you bit my shoulder in pain during your period is a stain? The fact that I threw myself over to protect your head during the car accident is a stain?" He pinched her chin and forced her to look up, "Then what's reflected in those eyes of mine..."
He pressed his thumb hard against her wet eyelashes: "Is it also a stain?"
The fireplace was burning with a crackling sound as the picture frame burst into flames. Ning Fengsheng looked at the handsome face so close to him.
There was an abnormal flush at the corners of his eyes, like rouge smudged in the snow, and the front of his expensive suit was stained with ashes, like a seriously wounded beast making its last roar.
"Nanchuan Shijue." She reached out and touched his hot cheek. "You said it... Have you forgotten?"
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"I thought you didn't want to remember those past times... You said they were a stain on your life, that you regretted meeting me and falling in love with me... You were going to marry Miss Lin Lacy, so why did you keep those things..."
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"I thought I was helping you... by removing all that annoying garbage from your world..."
"Who the hell are you?" He suddenly bit her collarbone fiercely, the taste of blood spreading between his lips and teeth. "Just because you...you dare to dictate my life?"
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"By destroying the photos, you can erase the three years we spent together?"
He clasped her lower back with his hands and pressed her into his arms, wishing he could press her into his chest. "Do you think I'm dead?"
Ning Fengsheng gasped in pain, but he pinched her waist and pressed her down on the fireplace.
Burning embers flickered behind him. His cold fingers dug into the hem of her clothes. "Aren't you going to burn it? Why not burn me to ashes too..." He sneered madly, his angry breath puffing on her trembling eyelashes. "Put it in that enamel jewelry box of yours, huh?"
"You're crazy..." Ning Fengsheng turned her head away from his lips, but was pinched on the chin and turned back.
"Hate these photos so much? You deleted over 60,000 of them from my phone and emptied my three cloud drives..." Nanchuan Shijue's fingers crawled up her throat, "Every frame of light and shadow should be accompanied by your blood!"
Ning Fengsheng grabbed his wrist and coughed, feeling suffocated as the oxygen in his chest was gradually squeezed out: "Keep it... for what... You don't love me, and we're getting married..."
The air suddenly froze.
Nanchuan Shijue's pupils constricted, and he suddenly grabbed her left hand and pressed it on the hot marble mantelpiece: "Jealous?"
The skin is burned with severe pain and emits a slight burning smell!
He smiled and licked away her tears of pain: "You have no right to be jealous, you are only worthy of eating these ashes!"
Grabbing a handful of paper ashes and stuffing them into her mouth, he said, "These smiling faces, these hugs—"
Ning Fengsheng opened his eyes wide and watched him fall completely into madness.
"Swallow it all!"
Ning Fengsheng struggled desperately, and paper ashes fell all over her snow-white nightgown.
Nanchuan Shijue was crazy and wanted to embed those unforgettable memories into her blood and merge with her.
This way, she can forget about ever trying to erase their past!
She suddenly froze, seeing the hideous, spiraling scar on his chest—
She stopped struggling and let the handful of cigarette ash choke her throat.
Nanchuan Shijue saw her staring at him, so he simply opened his collar even wider, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, stroking the uneven scar where she had stabbed him with a knife...
"Burn it." He grabbed her finger and scratched the scar, "Burn this to ashes too—" Blood stained her pale fingertips, "You don't even want the memories anyway..."
The fire gradually died down, and the moonlight cast mottled shadows through the stained-glass windows.
"Ning Fengsheng..." His rage suddenly turned into painful gasps. He rested his forehead against her shoulder and trembled, "You clearly said...you said you would go to hell with me..."
Ning Fengsheng burst into tears and held his head with both hands: "I didn't know you cared so much..."
Nanchuan Shijue smiled sadly. She knew how much he cared about her and she was reluctant to delete any of them.
"I'll compensate you, okay? We can even take lots of pictures..."
"The Ning Fengsheng of the past is already dead in my heart."
A white light exploded in Ning Fengsheng's brain and blood flowed backwards.
So what he missed was that relationship, not her?
"Get out of here." He pushed her away slowly like a drunk old man, "Get out of the Rose Garden now..."
Ning Fengsheng's lips trembled: "Are you serious...?"
"Now that everything's been cleaned up, I don't have to do it myself... Now all I need is you to completely clear it out."
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The lights in the hall suddenly turned white.
Nanchuan Shijue turned his tail ring and watched Ning Fengsheng fall down the spiral staircase while dragging the suitcase.
The marble floor was scratched by the metal box corners, making a knocking sound. She knelt on the third step and gasped for breath. The hair on the back of her neck was stuck dark with sweat.
"Tired already?" He took a sip of whiskey, the ice hitting the glass like the sound of chattering teeth. "When you were serving me in bed, Miss Ning was full of energy."
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