It was a gentle comfort, and Nangong Xiang felt a slight stinging in her eyes.
“You’re such a coward,” she said, tilting her head.
Shen Wangshu smiled and pulled her inside, nodding in agreement, "She's timid and afraid of being alone."
She gently pulled Nangong Xiang to lie down next to her on the bed. The bed was large, and Shen Wangshu looked at Nangong Xiang, who was looking up at the ceiling beside her. For some reason, even though she had lost many of her memories from the past, she could vaguely recall that she and her good friends from the past world had always slept so intimately together.
She rolled around on the rather large bed before gratefully saying to Nangong Xiang, "Thank you for protecting me today." To defend herself, Nangong Xiang even spat on her own brother.
“It’s not just for you,” Nangong Xiang said, her eyes blank.
"Is that so?"
"I had a terrible dream." Nangong Xiang felt terrified just thinking about the beautiful girl in her dream, who was covered in blood after falling. Only when she felt the girl was right beside her, smiling and coming closer, with a vibrant life right in front of her, did she feel comforted and at ease. She whispered, "It was horrible. I dreamt that you were bullied by my brother, and you jumped off a building and died."
She heard the girl beside her seem to hold her breath. Even though it was such an absurd story, she couldn't help but confide in her. It was as if telling the girl beside her would make her feel a little better.
Sharing a secret with two people seems to make things less bad.
"And then?" Shen Wangshu asked gently.
“Your mother and my father are both dead, and your slutty sister has become the mistress of the Nangong family,” Nangong Xiang said in a low voice.
She turned her head sharply, trying to see Shen Wangshu's expression clearly.
When Nangong Xiang saw the girl looking at her with tolerance and gentleness, seemingly not at all thinking of herself as a madwoman or a bad person, her eyes reddened.
"I'm sorry, I can't save you," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
His slightly cold hand gently brushed across her cheek, wiping away her tears.
"It must be very upsetting to dream about something like this, right?" Shen Wangshu asked softly.
"I... I could have saved you." Nangong Xiang sobbed, burying her eyes in Shen Wangshu's hands, and cried, "I haven't done anything for you."
“That wasn’t your fault.” Shen Wangshu paused, suddenly wanting to know how Nangong Xiang felt at that time, and asked gently, “If you were at the villa that day, would you have let him bully me?”
"No!" Nangong Xiang said firmly.
"That's enough." The real Si Chun would probably feel very gratified, because there was once a girl who regretted not being able to save her.
She also has a true friend of her own.
Her tolerance made Nangong Xiang feel ashamed.
She curled up beside Shen Wangshu, apologizing softly and shedding quiet tears.
Shen Wangshu touched her hair.
In fact, Nangong Xiang's ending in her previous life was not good.
She loathed Si Xin and equally hated the brother who had driven her father, Nangong Cheng, to his death, thus stirring up trouble between Si Xin and Nangong Yao. Si Xin, originally the rightful eldest daughter of the Nangong family, suffered greatly under her bullying and was even unable to establish herself in the circles of the wealthy.
Because that's a battlefield for women. The wealthy ladies and socialites in those families are more concerned with the brother and sister, Nangong Yao and Nangong Xiang. Although Si Xin is Nangong Yao's beloved woman, what does Si Xin amount to compared to the countless women around President Nangong?
Nangong Xiang's predicament made Si Xin's life difficult, and she was also bullied.
She even broke her own leg because of Nangong Xiang.
Because of this serious injury, Nangong Yao was furious and married Nangong Xiang off to a younger member of his business partner's family.
That was also a very wealthy and powerful family, and he was also a very outstanding and handsome man. However, like Nangong Yao, they both fell in love with the pure and gentle Sixin.
After learning what Nangong Xiang had done—that the man who had only married her as his wife for the sake of his family—he locked her up in a remote villa in the mountains.
No one spoke to Nangong Xiang, nor did anyone tell her about the outside world. Nangong Xiang was imprisoned like this until she truly went insane. Her misery satisfied the man, who felt he had avenged Si Xin against this vicious woman, and then he felt justified in seizing the assets under Nangong Xiang's name. His family, too, cared nothing for Nangong Xiang.
The marriage was merely a symbolic alliance; as long as Nangong Xiang lived, even Nangong Yao didn't care whether she was safe or well.
His father, the only one who cared about Nangong Xiang, had long since died.
Thinking of this, Shen Wangshu sighed, her gaze softening even more.
This stubborn and proud girl disdains to present a hypocritical facade to the world; everything she does comes from her heart, yet she has not found her own happiness.
In this life, if Nangong Xiang is willing to reach out to her, then she will protect Nangong Xiang.
She frowned suddenly as she watched Nangong Xiang fall asleep.
There are many reasons why a person might dream about their past life, but Shen Wangshu always wondered if this world was not a stable space to begin with.
This world defies common sense; whether it's a trillion-dollar CEO or a prestigious academy, everything feels detached from the norm. Seeing the exaggerated scenery, she figured it was probably due to the fire in the golden space causing spatial instability, giving Nangong Xiang the opportunity to dream of her past life. This wasn't a big deal, and Shen Wangshu didn't even take it too seriously.
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