Chapter 196: Nanchuan Shijue, I will take you home...
In addition to the urn, the coffin also contained burial objects that were out of place in this place of death.
The white baby teeth in the glass bottle, the scarf she knitted by herself, the burnt and deformed cookies she cooked for the first time, the bed sheet stained with red blood when she transformed from a girl to a woman, the lucky charm she got from the temple... and so on.
Are these the "treasures" that Nanchuan Spyker has kept locked in the safe?
He once valued these things so much that he said he would take them wherever he went.
Ning Fengsheng's eyes were wide open, tears streaming down his face.
So it's true.
If Nanchuan Shijue had not died, why would he have buried his treasures and Nanchuan Sheng's urn here?
"Miss Ning, where are you going with the young master's ashes?"
"He said...wherever I am...that's his home..." Ning Fengsheng hugged the urn tightly in his arms. "That guy looks fierce and afraid of nothing, but I know he's afraid of loneliness, afraid of being alone...without me...he can't sleep..."
Moss cried uncontrollably.
"Nanchuan Shijue, I'll take you home... okay? Let's go home... I won't leave you... I'll never leave you again... Let's go home..."
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Ning Fengsheng insisted on staying in Rose Garden.
She locked herself in the master bedroom and curled up in the bay window holding Nanchuan Shijue's urn.
Moss brought her nutritious meals in different ways every day.
But her appetite became worse and worse, and she vomited everything she ate.
"Ms. Ning, if you don't eat, your child won't get enough nutrition..."
“…I can’t eat.”
"Eat a little anyway? Even if it's for the young master..."
Ning Fengsheng forced himself to eat it, but he would vomit it out soon after.
Every day, she sat by the window and stared blankly.
Outside the window is the well-kept backyard. At a glance, you can see the dug-up grave and the lonely tombstone...
When the sun is shining, the light penetrates the glass and casts a clear line of light and shadow on her.
She was half immersed in the dazzling light and half in the thick shadow, like a solidified statue.
His unfocused gaze wandered into the void, as if penetrating everything before him and returning to the place where he was in his memory.
Time lost its meaning to her, and only occasionally, a hot tear would slide down from her empty eye sockets without warning.
Psychiatrists came and went, prescribing stronger medications.
Moss stayed with her almost all the time, his eye sockets sunken, and he looked ten years older overnight.
He watched Ning Fengsheng become more and more emaciated day by day, and saw the increasingly thick and unbreakable silence in her eyes, and he was extremely anxious.
"Ms. Ning, look at this soup. The kitchen has been cooking it for six hours..." He brought another nutritious meal and half-knelt in front of her, "You'll really collapse if you keep doing this... The child needs nutrition... The young master... He must be so heartbroken watching from heaven..."
The word "Young Master" was like a key that suddenly opened the gates of Ning Fengsheng's closed senses.
Her eyes, which had been dead and empty, moved extremely slowly, and her focus, with difficulty, gradually focused on Moss's face, which was full of anxiety and grief.
The air seemed to freeze.
The light outside the window seemed to dim for a moment.
Moss's heart skipped a beat at her sudden gaze, and his hand holding the bowl froze there.
It lasted for a long time, so long that Moss thought she would fall into the abyss of silence that isolated her from everything again.
Ning Fengsheng's cracked lips twitched very slightly.
A faint, almost inaudible whisper came out from the depths of her throat with difficulty: "Teach me."
"Ms. Ning...?"
"Nanchuan Shijue, please teach me how I can survive."
She wanted to live and give birth to their child.
But her depression became more and more serious. She vomited everything she ate. These days, she was barely staying alive by relying on nutritional injections.
Every night when I sleep, I have nightmares. Whenever I close my eyes, I see Nanchuan Shijue lying alone in the tomb.
Ning Fengsheng's pale face flushed with a sickly red, and he held the urn of Nanchuan Shijue tightly, never letting go for a moment...
"Shengsheng, marry me..."
"I do, Nanchuan Shijue, I do..."
"Shengsheng, come and stay with me. We will be together forever."
Ning Fengsheng suddenly sat up in shock.
I hugged the urn on the bedside table tightly in my arms...
Nanchuan Shijue called her, he missed her.
Ning Fengsheng didn't care that it was just a nightmare, he didn't want her to die with him.
The moment I opened the cloakroom door, the moonlight illuminated the wedding dress standing by the window. The long skirt dragged on the ground, gorgeous and beautiful.
Ning Fengsheng put on her wedding dress and turned to look at the figure behind her. "Nanchuan Shijue, isn't it beautiful?"
She had lost a lot of weight, with only a slight bulge in her belly, and her haggard appearance could not be concealed even in her wedding dress.
"I've become ugly and have no complexion at all. But you can't despise me... With this ring on, I'm already Mrs. Nanchuan." She raised her right hand, and the ring sparkled on her fingertips.
Ning Fengsheng smiled softly and carefully drew her eyebrows and lips in front of the dressing table.
Of course she had to look her most beautiful on the day she married him.
The reflection in the mirror seemed as if she and the imaginary man were hugging each other deeply, their figures overlapping.
In a trance, she smelled the familiar scent of cigar lingering around her, which was the unique dominance of that man.
"Do you miss me? I miss you so much..."
"I miss you every second of every day since you left."
"I tried so hard to live, there was really no other way. How dare you leave me alone and go ahead? We agreed that our family would be together."
"Nanchuan Shijue, I'm coming to accompany you soon. There's no point in regretting it, I'll be your wife for the rest of my life..."
Ning Fengsheng smiled happily and stuffed a whole bottle of sleeping pills into her mouth. Depression dominated her body.
She dragged her long skirt, picked up Nanchuan Shijue's urn, and walked down the stairs quietly...
It was a deep night, and the long wedding dress flowed across the path covered with withered petals.
She walked to the cold and eerie tomb. In her previous life, Lord Nanchuan died with her, and in this life, it was her turn.
She walked into the coffin, found a lying position, and held Nanchuan Shijue's urn in her arms sideways.
At dawn, the fetal movement suddenly became cheerful, and Ning Fengsheng's consciousness drifted away from his body...
She seemed to be able to overlook the entire rose garden -
On the distant horizon, the morning sun pierced through the clouds, and golden light enveloped the entire rose garden.
The servants woke up in the morning and found a figure lying in the coffin, and screamed shrilly...
Moss ran out in her pajamas in a panic, alarming the entire Rose Garden. The bodyguards were frightened and at a loss, and the doctor carried a medicine box to rescue her.
Ning Fengsheng's soul was floating in the air. Was she dead? Her vision could wander around the entire Rose Garden.
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