Chapter 189: I'll give her everything I have...in exchange for her life
"Ning Fengsheng," his deep voice, like the deepest string of a cello, carried an unquestionable declaration, "your 'impossible' doesn't exist with me."
As her tears were about to fall, he leaned over and kissed her eyes.
"Nanchuan Shijue...thank you."
As a designer, it is really rewarding to be able to turn all my life's work into a physical object.
"Silly girl, I should do anything for you." He hugged her in his arms and walked to the third floor.
The light on the third floor was a soft, warm yellow, and the air was filled with a faint waxy scent.
Before my eyes was a long corridor covered with soft off-white carpet.
On both sides of the corridor are independent spaces, each with its own theme. All of Ning Fengsheng's appearances from infancy to adulthood have been carved into exquisite wax figures!
Time is solidified, cut and arranged here.
"My wax museum!?" Ning Fengsheng widened his eyes.
At the beginning of the corridor is a tiny baby lying in swaddling clothes.
Her skin was incredibly pink and tender, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were long and thick, her little mouth was slightly pouting, and she was sleeping soundly.
Ning Fengsheng recognized the expression and the slight curled-up posture at a glance. It was the same look she had in her hundred-day photo!
Even the lace of the swaddling clothes was reproduced exactly.
The second space is filled with one-year-old Feng Sheng, a toddler, wearing a light yellow puffy skirt and holding a stuffed rabbit. The background is the Ning family's courtyard...
The third space shows two-year-old Feng Sheng sitting on a rocking horse, smiling with her eyes curved, and even replicating her mother who takes care of her.
Three-year-old Feng Sheng was riding on the back of a docile pony, wearing a small knight costume. His little face was tense, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, with the stubbornness of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger.
4 years old, 5 years old... 15 years old... 20 years old...
Each wax figure seems to be infused with a soul, with the texture of the skin, the direction of the hair, the subtle glow in the eyes, and even the unique wrinkles in the fabric of the clothes are perfectly reproduced.
They are not cold works of art, but are carefully carved by time - the marks of life forcibly retained by a pair of paranoid hands, demonstrating the collector's almost pathological cherishment!
Ning Fengsheng walked forward involuntarily, his steps so light as if he was afraid of disturbing these sleeping times.
Finally, she stopped at 19 years old——
With a red ribbon wrapped around her neck, the girl Feng Sheng stands in a gift box with a sweet smile.
The wax figure of "Nanchuan Spyker" was just half a step in front of her, and its tall figure completely enveloped her.
The handsome, godlike profile has taut lines and a clear, cold jawline.
His deep eyes were like the darkest vortex of the universe, staring intently at her face.
That gaze carried the usual scrutiny and control, yet deep within it surged some extremely complex, firmly suppressed emotions, like lava surging beneath a glacier.
He pursed his lips tightly, as if he was restraining something...
He clearly didn't say anything, but his love was so strong that it was about to burst out, deafening, and every word hit her heart hard!
There was a small card next to the wax figure gift box:
“First sight: girls;
Second glance: the rest of my life;
Third Eye: People will eventually be trapped in their lives by things they could not obtain in their youth;
The fourth eye: eight pounds and two ounces of flesh has been born;
Shengsheng, you are my lifelong sheng."
Ning Fengsheng was so moved that tears came out. When he saw the small card, he couldn't help laughing: What a cheesy love talk.
8.2 jins already given birth? That must be fat! I'm afraid it will cause a difficult birth!
"Collecting you," Nanchuan Shijue hugged her from behind, his voice vibrating in her ears, "is much more difficult than acquiring ten listed companies, Ning Fengsheng."
Ning Fengsheng sniffed and could only utter two words after a long while: "...madman."
The fourth floor was pure darkness.
A blue guiding light belt lights up under my feet——
"Follow the light." He held her slightly cold wrist, his voice low and steady.
His wrist was held in his dry and warm grasp, and Ning Fengsheng was passively pulled towards the center of darkness.
The light bands converged into a circular platform in the center, and the blue light suddenly went out when the feet stepped on it.
When absolute darkness descended, an invisible giant hand tore the space apart—
Highly penetrating light shines from all directions, interweaving, rotating and condensing, creating an extremely realistic three-dimensional space.
This is a holographic projection simulation room.
"The young master has made some of the most important memories of his life into holographic projections, so you can watch them in person," said Moss.
The projection at this moment is showing a night of heavy rain.
Surrounded by cramped hospital corridors, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and cold despair.
Heavy rain was hitting the window, and at the end of the corridor was a closed scarlet metal door that said "In Operation".
Ning Fengsheng's breathing suddenly became choked.
She looked towards the door of the operating room and saw "him"——
"Nanchuan Spyker" stood facing the cold wall with his expensive wet suit clinging to his tense back, his head lowered. His wet black hair covered most of his face, leaving only his tense and trembling jaw exposed.
His bony hands pressed tightly against the cold wall, his knuckles turning a frightening pale blue.
The tall figure knelt down on the verge of collapse, trembling silently.
A low, suppressed voice rang in Ning Fengsheng's ears, hoarse and desperate: "...I will give you everything I have...in exchange for her life..."
The sound echoed like a heavy death knell, hitting Ning Fengsheng's heart hard!
Her mind was blank. This was the day she attempted suicide by cutting her wrists and was rescued.
She knew the operation was dangerous, and she lost a lot of blood and almost couldn't be saved.
The man in front of me is fragile...desperate...broken...helpless!
"Where's the remote control? Change it." Nanchuan Shijue was annoyed.
There are so many happy memories to share, but why did you have to share this?!
Moss was also innocent. These projections were playing randomly and automatically, and just by chance, this one was played...
"Why... did you make it into a holographic projection?" Ning Fengsheng's voice was hoarse and his heart was aching.
"Always be vigilant." Nanchuan Shijue said with a strange smile, "Tell yourself how I brought you back from the gates of hell. Tell yourself that it was me who almost killed you... I will remember this pain of losing you forever!"
"Why?"
"I will force myself to let go and learn how to respect you..."
Ning Fengsheng remembered that he let her go after the accident.
It turned out that after he disappeared, he kept watching this memory and tasting the pain.
"You're so cruel. Not only do you abuse yourself physically, you abuse yourself mentally as well." Ning Fengsheng's tears finally fell. "So what now? Are you still going to let me go?"
"I won't let you go, even if you die..." Nanchuan Shijue held her tightly in his arms.
"Can I delete this memory then?"
"No, it can always remind me that having you is a hard-earned happiness—"
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