Chapter 311 I might...disappear forever
She said fortune tellers could see her—
As long as we find that old man, we can confirm whether it was a dream last night!
At night, Nanchuan Shijue slept very uneasily. Before falling asleep, he called out to Ning Fengsheng in the air, hoping that she would appear in his dream again.
Ning Fengsheng wanted to, but yesterday's dream had drained her energy...
Besides, he was already helping her find a fortune teller, so she just had to wait patiently for two more days.
After that day, the Rose Garden fell into a bustling bustle.
Florists brought in cartloads of red roses, tailors came in and out with custom-made wedding dresses, and workers decorating the venue built flower-shaped arches in the garden.
Nanchuan Shijue personally supervised the wedding preparations every day. He would say to the air, "The color of this bouquet of roses is too light, don't you like it?", and ask the designer to modify the neckline of the wedding dress, "Her neck is sensitive, lace cannot be used." He would even sit at the empty dining table and say to the empty seat opposite, "I listened to you and ate on time."
Ning Fengsheng looked relieved.
Even though he thought it was a dream, he was still listening carefully to every word she said...
He is really well-behaved and obedient.
Her heart was filled with sweetness, but soon, she was swept by even greater pain.
He is going to marry "Ning Fengsheng", and his gentleness towards her is only because she is "Ning Fengsheng's" substitute.
This man has loved "Ning Fengsheng" from the beginning to the end!
She couldn't stay with him anymore. She was a third party and should disappear.
Ning Fengsheng watched him personally take care of every little thing to arrange the wedding, and watched him put the custom-made wedding dress on "Ning Fengsheng". Her soul became weaker and weaker, and sometimes she would suddenly fall into a brief darkness.
When the sun shines on my body, it feels like it's burning, and I can only recover some strength at night.
A few days passed and there was still no news from the fortune teller.
Every time Moss reported, the result was "still looking", and Nanchuan Shijue's face became gloomier day by day.
He began to talk to the air frequently, sometimes reporting on his work, sometimes complaining about why she no longer appeared in his dreams, and sometimes asking her how she could forget him. More often, he sat silently by the bed, massaging and washing "Ning Fengsheng", reading newspapers, and playing music, for hours at a time.
That day, Nanchuan Shijue had a gloomy face and scanned the air with his eyes... Suddenly, he looked straight in the direction of Ning Fengsheng.
Ning Fengsheng's soul suddenly froze. Did he see it?
"Ning Fengsheng?" He looked through her at the photo hanging on the wall. His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of subtle temptation, "Are you there?"
Ning Fengsheng nodded vigorously: "I'm here, but I'm not Ning Fengsheng, I'm Si Yin."
He took a few steps forward: "Didn't you say you were following me? Then you must be able to hear me."
As he spoke, he took off the Victorian Lover men's ring on his hand and handed it to Moss.
"It's hidden in a place only you know, and even I can't tell you."
Although Moss was puzzled, he still found a place to put the ring.
"Ning Fengsheng," the man said to the air with a hint of certainty in his voice, "If you can really send messages through dreams, please come to me in my dream tonight and tell me where the ring is hidden. Don't let me think that everything that happened that night was just my imagination!"
Ning Fengsheng nodded. This man was quite clever. He could actually come up with such a plan...
At night, after Nanchuan Shijue fell asleep.
When Ning Fengsheng gathered his strength again, he found that his body had become so transparent that it was almost invisible.
She floated in the bedroom, looking at the man sleeping soundly on the bed, and an unprecedented panic surged in her heart.
She had to find the master and leave here, otherwise she felt she would disappear completely.
"Nanchuan Shijue..." She leaned over again, her voice as weak as a candle in the wind, "Wake up... Listen to me..."
The man frowned almost immediately, reacting faster than last time.
His breathing became rapid and his fingers slid restlessly on the quilt.
"That ring..." Ning Fengsheng held on to his weak body and put his face close to his ear, "It's hidden... on the third row of bookshelves in your study, on page 75 of Capital..."
She saw his eyelashes tremble violently, as if to confirm the authenticity of the information.
"I don't want to stay by your side anymore," tears finally slid down in the form of souls. Transparent tears passed through his cheeks and fell on the pillow, but left no trace. "I want to leave... Nanchuan Shijue, please help me find the master quickly..."
The body's transparency is accelerating...
She could feel her outline gradually disappearing, like watercolor blurred by ink.
"I'm in so much pain every day..." His consciousness began to blur, and his voice was intermittent. "I can't remember the past... I only remember that I loved you very much... Because of my love for you, I am fixed to this small space beside you, following you, watching your every move every day... But I can't always be by your side. I'm getting weaker... If I can't find him again... I might... disappear forever..."
The last syllable ends.
The intense darkness came again, deeper and longer than ever before.
Before she completely lost consciousness, she saw the man nodding desperately in his sleep.
…
Early in the morning, Nanchuan Shijue suddenly jumped up from the bed.
His chest was heaving violently and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He almost crawled towards the study, and with trembling fingers he pulled out "Das Kapital" from the third row of bookshelf.
He held his breath and turned over the bulging layer...
There was indeed a ring tucked into the thick book, on page 75...
Without any deviation.
Nanchuan Shijue froze, and the ring slipped out of the book and rolled to the ground.
"She's really here..." He muttered to himself, his eyes instantly reddened, "Ning Fengsheng!!!"
Just as great joy arose, an even greater panic seized him.
The fact that she could send messages in dreams meant that she was still there; but she said that she was leaving and that she would disappear forever.
Ning Fengsheng, you dare to leave!
"Moss!" he roared, his voice filled with unprecedented panic. "Send out every man you can! Even if you have to search the entire city, you must find that fortune teller!"
Moss's panicked response came from outside the door.
Nanchuan Shijue picked up the ring, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Ning Fengsheng," he shouted into the empty room, "You are not allowed to disappear before we find that old man! Do you hear me... I will do everything I promised you, and this time is no exception. Will you wait for me?!"
The sunlight shone on his handsome and paranoid face, casting a long shadow.
Where he couldn't see, Ning Fengsheng, who was so transparent that he was about to disappear, nodded, as if silently responding to his promise.
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