Chapter 204 Exactly the same as Ning Fengsheng
A month later.
A woman wearing a silver iris mask stood in the middle of the restaurant.
The moment the bow was placed on the string, the bubbles in the entire champagne tower seemed to stop.
The melody was like moonlight shining on a rose garden, causing the man who was cutting steak to pause with his knife.
He unconsciously stroked the rim of the red wine glass with his fingertips. The deep red wine swayed in the glass, reflecting his suddenly contracted pupils.
"Master..." Moss's voice suddenly choked, "This song..."
Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were fixed on the white figure, watching the angle of her head slightly tilted when she played the violin, and watching the unique arc of her wrist when she turned it.
It was so similar... so similar that it made his chest ache.
"'The Seventh Night Ballad' is Miss Ning's favorite piece..."
Before he finished speaking, Nanchuan Shijue's napkin was already crumpled in his palm: "Shut up."
The sound of the piano gradually reached a climax, like crying and complaining.
Nanchuan Shijue's knuckles turned white as he fell into some painful memories.
I can't forget the sight of Ning Fengsheng in her white wedding dress, lying in the coffin and dying with him.
I can't forget the image of Ning Fengsheng crouching by the window with his urn in his arms, staring at the tombstone in the back garden every day...
I can't forget Ning Fengsheng's tears as she said she loved him and was willing to marry him...
I can't forget every moment I spent with Ning Fengsheng, everything about her.
Those memories ate away at his brain day and night...
On the stage, the woman in the white dress suddenly pressed down her bow with great force, and the notes poured down like a torrential rain.
Nanchuan Shijue's heart suddenly contracted - this pitch change and intensity change were exactly the same as Ning Fengsheng's.
"So similar..." Moss murmured, "Even the figures are so similar..."
“…”
"Master, would you like to invite her over to play solo?"
"No need." Nanchuan Shijue's jaw line was tense. No one except her was worthy of playing beside him.
But a woman who is just trying to attract attention -
The girl stood under the spotlight, her white dress outlining her elegant curves, her waist-length black hair cascading like a waterfall.
The posture of holding the piano is like a swan with its neck bent, and the bow hangs on the strings, like moonlight about to fall.
The last wisp of piano music dissipated in the air. The audience was silent for three seconds, and then broke into thunderous applause.
The woman in the white dress bowed slightly, her mask reflecting a cold light, making it impossible to see her expression.
Nanchuan Shijue stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Moss: "Master, at least finish your meal before..."
"Get out of the way." His voice was dangerously cold. "Or are you so old and confused that you can't recognize people anymore?"
No woman is qualified to be like his Ning Fengsheng.
He hated himself for mistaking this vulgar woman for her—
The woman on the stage was packing up her violin case when a waiter came up and said something.
The woman raised her head and looked towards the VIP area.
Even through the mask, Nanchuan Shijue could still feel that gaze hitting him like an electric current.
He subconsciously took a step forward, but stopped abruptly the next second.
"Damn it." He curled his lips in self-mockery, turned around and strode towards the exit.
It hadn't been long since he left her, but he already missed her terribly...
He turned on his cell phone, and the surveillance camera was covering everything in the Rose Garden.
When the perspective switched to the master bedroom, Ning Fengsheng was lying quietly, her ruffled nightgown spread out, her hair as black as satin.
She was well-cared for, her skin was carefully taken care of, she was wiped clean every day and changed into different styles of nightgowns.
There are more than ten thousand styles of nightgowns alone...
Like a sleeping porcelain doll that will never open its eyes.
Nanchuan Shijue's face darkened. If Ning Fengsheng hadn't relied on cold equipment to maintain her health, if she hadn't lost weight so drastically, she would have been as lively and beautiful as the girl just now...
As he passed the stage's side door, he heard the woman politely declining the customer's invitation: "Sorry, I don't accept orders. This is the rule."
That voice—Nanchuan Shijue’s footsteps suddenly stopped.
Cracks appeared in his impeccable self-control.
The voice, the tone, even the slightly rising ending tone when rejecting...
He only drank two glasses of red wine and he was already drunk? Was he hallucinating?!
"Master?" Moss followed worriedly.
Nanchuan Shijue closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression had returned to its coldness: "Let's go."
He walked towards the elevator without looking back - afraid that if he was a step slower he would lose his self-control.
The moment the elevator door closed, he caught a last glimpse of the white figure surrounded by several playboys.
The elevator began to descend, and the night view of Country Z was rapidly falling outside the glass.
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly punched the mirror, and blood dripped through his fingers.
…
Ning Fengsheng was surprised that she could actually feel the gaze of the Nanchuan noble.
When she looked up at the VIP area, she saw nothing.
For the privacy of the guests, there is a glass wall between them so that the guests can see the performance, but people outside the room cannot see inside.
As soon as she finished playing, she was surrounded by several followers.
"Brother Yan, this woman is so ungrateful that she says she doesn't want to accept the order." The yellow-haired man blocked Ning Fengsheng's way.
"Don't be so fierce, you'll scare her." Gu Yan stood up and looked at the mysterious violinist closely.
She had a faint fragrance that he found strangely pleasant.
"Take off the mask." He raised his chin slightly.
Ning Fengsheng took a step back, and his voice came through the mask: "Sorry, I'm ugly and can't show my appearance to others."
This sound...
Gu Yan narrowed his eyes, his silver hair shining: "It doesn't matter, what ugly women have I not seen?"
"I have chickenpox, it's contagious." Her voice was cold.
"Ha!" Gu Yan laughed. "That's even better to watch. I've never seen a beautiful woman with chickenpox before! Ajie!"
His henchman immediately snatched it away, and Ning Fengsheng had no time to react before his mask was pulled off.
The whole audience gasped.
The face beneath the mask was truly stunning—delicate features, cherry lips that were naturally red, and most captivating of all, her eyes, like a lake containing the entire starry sky.
Such a perfect woman, the only flaw is that she is not white enough...
Ning Fengsheng has wheat-colored skin, and due to excessive sun exposure, her skin has not yet recovered to its porcelain-white color in a short period of time.
"Damn, Yan, is this a top-notch dish!?" exclaimed a short boy in another VIP glass compartment.
Ji Yanli's expression was calm, as if he wasn't surprised at all...
"Aren't you surprised? Have you been to this restaurant before?" The young man pounded the table. "Why didn't you bring me here to see it earlier?"
Ning Fengsheng's beauty shocked the customers at nearby tables and they gasped.
She has a noble temperament and her beautiful eyes are filled with anger!
"Give it back to me!" When she reached out to snatch the mask back, she was stopped by Gu Yan.
He stared at the face intently: "You look a lot like a brother of mine...even your voice is similar."
Is this the feeling of falling in love at first sight?
He was very sure that this girl was the type he had always dreamed of and loved the most.
Ning Fengsheng: “…”
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