Seeing her surprised expression, the man continued, "Like this."
I like you just the way you are.
"..." Lian Han slapped him on the shoulder and said irritably, "Why are you breathing so loudly?"
"You're getting more and more impolite to me," Ning Jue chuckled.
"They're almost ripe, what's there to be polite about?" Lian Han said. "Do you think I'm being too impolite?"
"No. This is fine as it is." Ning Jue's tone was tinged with relief.
If this were when they first met, the girl's impression of him would always be "an old friend of her teacher," but in terms of politeness—he had every reason to believe that after meeting him once, the girl had already decided to never see him again.
"Why am I sleepy again all of a sudden?" Lian Han yawned.
"Then I'll take a nap. I should go out and have a look around too."
Lian Han stopped Ning Jue, who was trying to get up. "No, wait. Let's talk about something to perk you up. You'll feel better once the drowsiness wears off. I don't want to sleep, and I don't want to dream anymore."
Seeing her yawning from exhaustion, Ning Jue took her hand and said, "Go to sleep. With the power of words, you won't have any more dreams."
"real?"
"I promise."
Lian Han thought about it for a moment and felt that the general's guarantee was quite credible, so the girl kicked off her shoes, crawled into the quilt, and said, "I'm going to sleep. Cast a spell on me, and then you can go and rest too."
"Okay." Ning Jue smiled. "You'll have a good night's sleep without any dreams."
"Thanks." Lian Han felt relieved and even more sleepy. He waved to Ning Jue and closed his eyes. "You should go and rest too."
Her breathing quickly became even, and Ning Jue was surprised by how quickly she fell asleep, yet reluctant to leave.
He doesn't have much time to be alone with the girl, and he has even fewer opportunities to look at her so openly.
...
Having slept without any dreams, Lian Han woke up feeling refreshed. It would have been even better if Ning Jue hadn't brought up the topic of "dreams" after breakfast.
Seeing her tapping the AI with her fingertip, seemingly refusing to communicate, Ning Jue felt a headache coming on. "Lian Han, I'm trying to solve a problem, do you understand?"
Lian Han remained silent.
"Ying Mo mentioned that when you first had that dream, your mental energy was almost completely depleted. If it weren't for his timely appearance, and the Skynet incident—Lian Han, your situation is very dangerous, and I want to help you."
The girl looked up at him calmly, "You can't help me."
"You need to explain yourself clearly so I know whether I can help you. Are you giving up before you've even tried?"
Lian Han paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you believe in past lives? Do people have past lives?"
Xing Yucheng, who had been listening intently, fell silent for a moment. [You slept so soundly after you finished, are you still half asleep?]
Compared to Ning Jue's previous answer, this was much more tactful. The man frowned and said, "...I think we should analyze the problem from a more scientific perspective."
Lian Han smiled enigmatically, “I had many dreams, probably dozens. Except for the first two, which were in reality, the rest were from my time at Skynet.”
"Dozens? But you only stayed in Skynet for six days."
“Some of those dreams were very long, but most were very short, just small fragments, quite fragmented and chaotic. When I was sorting through these fragments, I found several protagonists, Xia Yan, Shui Xinyan, Zi Yan, and so on, and there may have been more, but I woke up. Those fragments almost recorded their entire lives.”
Ning Jue frowned. "You believe that was your past life?"
“Because of its realism,” Lian Han said softly. “The fragments are very scattered, but each one is very real. The psychology, details, and environment are so real that I can feel like I am the protagonist in it.”
Ning Jue remained silent.
Lian Han twirled a strand of her long hair between her fingers and asked Xing Yucheng, "[Is it absurd?]"
[Somewhat. We've already determined that your dream is inextricably linked to Cangming, so why can't it be something he fabricated?]
[Rather than believing it was my past life, I wish it were. Do you understand?]
The word "hope" was emphasized.
Xing Yucheng paused for a moment, then said, "Indeed. Compared to Cangming, who was far away, fabricated so many dreams that almost made you sink into them, he used some method to awaken your past life memories, which is safer."
At least it's not that scary.
At this moment, Lian Han's AI 003 suddenly spoke up, "You have a new email."
Yesterday, Lian Han discovered that her AI and face had been changed back.
Lian Han opened the email, and a book was projected above the AI. The words on the cover caught Ning Jue's attention—"Tales of the Strange".
“This book should be in the Imperial Library,” Ning Jue said, raising an eyebrow. And Lian Han probably doesn’t yet have the right to borrow it.
"I know I should go back to the capital to investigate, but I couldn't wait, so I asked someone to borrow it."
"who?"
"Jing Li." Jing Li seemed quite satisfied with the halfway point of the chosen one's journey and was happy to help her with this small favor.
Ning Jue: ...
Ning Jue: "You didn't even think to look for me when you were looking for him?"
A sudden pang of guilt washed over her, and Lian Han coughed lightly. "I just remembered this this morning, and you weren't even here with me." Besides, she could guess how busy he was; there was no need to bother him with such a trivial matter.
"You can come to me anytime if you need anything. You're my brother's student, and now that he's gone, you're family to me. Do you understand?" Although he usually tried to ignore the fact that he had feelings for his brother's student, he had no choice but to bring it up at a time like this. The most important bond between them was still his brother.
Hearing this, Lian Han felt a little guilty and said, "It won't happen again."
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