Unable to get out of bed, Shui Miaomiao lay on the bed extremely bored, looking at Leng Ningchi who had moved a chair and sat beside the bed as if he was keeping vigil.
Thinking of the dream last night, Shui Miaomiao suddenly laughed and said, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"It's okay." Leng Ningchi closed her eyes to rest, and didn't see Shui Miaomiao's joking expression.
"Oh~ didn't you have any dreams?"
"I should have done it, I can't remember clearly."
This answer was meaningless. What else did Shui Miaomiao want to say? Leng Ningchi opened her eyes, looked at Shui Miaomiao, put Shui Miaomiao's arms outside the quilt and tucked them into the quilt.
"I'm hot." Shui Miaomiao said reluctantly.
"You have a fever."
"Well, you tell me about the dream you can't remember clearly, and I'll be obedient, otherwise it'll be really boring."
"What's there to say about dreams?" Leng Ningchi really didn't know what to say.
"Let's talk about who you dreamed about. Is that person handsome?" When you dream about people, you should usually have seen them in real life. I didn't expect Leng Ningchi to know such a good-looking person. He is indeed good-looking. Do people hang out with good-looking people?
But that man is lying in the ice coffin. Is he dead? But I saw him open his eyes, that’s right, a dream, everything is possible.
Leng Ningchi was so lost in her memories that she didn't hear the uncontrollable gossip in Shui Miaomiao's words. She had to admit that she had never seen such a good-looking man.
But compared to his appearance, Leng Ningchi cared more about the loneliness surrounding the man.
She sat down next to the ice coffin.
Thinking of all the past dreams, was he placed in an ice coffin as a baby?
Looking at the ankle-length hair, Leng Ningchi tried it. The ice coffin was welded shut, and only a few holes were drilled to allow air to enter.
There are too many things that I can't understand. Has he always stayed in this ice coffin since he was a child?
Let's just blame it all on the dream.
Leng Ningchi, who sat down next to the ice coffin, heard the familiar breathing sound after calming down, which was smooth and without waves.
"Is that you?" Leng Ning said softly.
But no one responded. Leng Ning stared at the man's long, curly eyelashes. She thought the man would open his eyes, but no, the man seemed to be trying hard, but was powerless.
"What do you want from me?" Leng Ningchi continued to ask.
Still no one responded, Leng Ningchi asked many questions intermittently, 'This is that,' 'Why are you here,' 'Can I take you out,' etc., but no one responded.
In the ice palace there were only the echoes of Leng Ningchi's words and the unchanging sound of breathing.
Leng Ning sighed and gave up asking questions. After sitting quietly for a while, he began to become irritated. If he was left alone in this ice palace for a few days, he would definitely go crazy. How many years has this person been staying?
A dream is a dream after all, and you cannot confuse it and completely equate it with reality.
Anyway, the medium is the necklace Reluctant, and the Necklace Reluctant was taken out by Master from an ice palace with no fixed abode on the ice field.
Maybe this person is dead and it's just the remnants of an obsession.
What is the reason why I have been struggling with this dream?
Leng Ning started to think about it, stood up, and took a few glances at the person in the ice coffin, "You are very lonely, you have no bad intentions, you just want to find someone to accompany you."
As expected, there was no response, but Leng Ningchi continued, "I can accompany you, but you can't come to me at will. You can't catch me when I'm distracted. This is not good. If you can Promise, I will take the initiative to find you in my dreams, and I can also chat with you and tell you some stories..."
"It was just a dream. I dreamed of a child, a very lonely child, chasing me and looking for me to play with him." Leng Ning spoke concisely and concisely about his dream last night.
Child? Shui Miaomiao listened and fell into doubt. Could it be that last night was his dream and he just brought Leng Ningchi into it?
I just said, this world may have magic techniques like dreaming, but I don’t know how to do it, so why did I enter Leng Ningchi’s dream for no reason.
But when had I ever seen such a handsome man?
Could it be that he imagined it based on Leng Ningchi! Needless to say, the two of them have similar temperaments, and they both feel a little bit otherworldly.
But as long as she chatted with Leng Ningchi for a few words, she would be the most approachable. Shui Miaomiao had wandered off to nowhere.
Leng Ningchi closed his eyes and continued to meditate.
Although he never got a response in his dream last night, it seemed that the agreement was fulfilled. In the silence all morning, Leng Ningchi heard the sound of breathing without losing his mind.
I don't know if it was the effect of the anti-fever medicine. Shui Miaomiao no longer had a fever, but Shui Miaomiao still felt dizzy and heavy. Of course, Shui Miaomiao would never show it.
After lying in this bed for several days, she almost grew mushrooms.
Probably because he had been lying on the bed, Shui Miaomiao always slept in fits and starts. He never slept peacefully. He always felt like someone, many people, were whispering in his ear.
Shui Miaomiao looked at Leng Ningchi sadly, took the towel she handed over and wiped her face. She didn't talk to herself when she woke up, but when she fell asleep, she started to read it. Is that chanting sutras and praying for blessings? It’s not good to be too superstitious.
Knowing that Leng Ningchi was thin-skinned and would blush after being stared at for a few times, Shui Miaomiao did not expose him.
After finishing the porridge, Shui Miaomiao was about to go out and let herself go.
"Miaomiao." Leng Ningchi followed all the way behind, nagging non-stop, "You are just right, don't get caught again."
"Bah, bah, bah, you don't want a crow's mouth." Shui Miaomiao suddenly stopped, turned around and caught Leng Ningchi's hands by surprise, "I'm fine, and you look much better too."
Shui Miaomiao came forward. Leng Ningchi's face no longer looked tired, nor was he as irritated as he was in the kitchen a few days ago.
"Yes." Leng Ning smiled and nodded generously, "Miaomiao was worried a few days ago."
She agreed to fall asleep once every two or three days and not disturb her daily life. This matter can be regarded as a perfect ending.
"Didn't I just let you worry about it? Let's go!" Shui Miaomiao took Leng Ningchi's hand and walked forward.
"Go there?"
"I'll take you to pinch Hua Yixian's face!"
"What!" Leng Ningchi shook his head repeatedly, "It's not good."
"That's not good." Shui Miaomiao took Leng Ningchi's arm, "I think my illness is purely due to worry, and I have to make up for it. How is Hua Yixian recently? Isn't she out of the yard?"
"He heard you were sick and wanted to come see you, but the little puppy yelled back."
"Good job. I told you right. I'll go to the big kitchen and chop some big bones for the little puppy."
At the entrance of the yard, the little puppy lay lazily, wagging its tail.
The little puppy looked at the two women approaching and narrowed his eyes. After a few seconds, he stopped wagging his tail, stood up, and rushed towards Shui Miaomiao.
"Hua Yixian!"
Hua Yixian, who was forced to practice hard in the yard, looked at Leng Ningchi who rushed in with an angry expression, and stuttered, "What's wrong?"
"Take the little puppy back quickly!"
"I can't yet."
"The little naughty dog even chased Miaomiao up the tree!"
