dead fiancée returns

He forgot something, on that bow cruise ship.

He should have forgotten, very important things, and very important things.

But he couldn't remember.

The information he got was that the cruise ship was attacked by sharks, crashed into a reef and sank, but he had no memory at all.

Zhao Xiwei told him that there was something wrong with his memory and his condition was getting worse.

In the future, he may still have some hallucinations that he should not have. The more he believes in those hallucinations, the faster his condition will deteriorate. As long as he takes the medicine on time, after a period of time, he will slowly improving.

Shen Shuning took the medicine Zhao Xiwei prescribed for him, and leaned on the wall to pant slightly.

He closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the scene of the cruise ship that day, but found that he couldn't remember how he boarded the cruise ship.

His head was dizzy and he couldn't think of anything. He slowly put down his hands, and someone beside him supported him.

"A-Ning..." a soft and sweet call.

Shen Shuning looked up.

"You still haven't done some things today." Pei Nian said.

Shen Shuning showed a confused expression. Today...does he still have something to do?

"The portrait of Princess Camille, have you forgotten?"

Pei Nian stretched out his fingers and gently wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, "Ah Ning, you are so pitiful, look, you sweat so much, do you feel unwell?"

"By the way...painting." Shen Shuning murmured.

Camille... the portrait of the woman, almost time.

He let Pei Nian wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and smiled in a trance, "Then I'm going to the studio."

Pei Nian took a step back and said yes softly.

Shen Shuning walked towards the studio, and when he got to the front of the studio, he looked back.

Pei Nian stood there and looked at him, still smiling with curved lips, a very soft smile, like sunshine in spring.

The scene at this time is exactly the same as that of Mr. Zhao.

No, something is wrong——

But he didn't know what was wrong, he entered the studio, and gently closed the door.

When the studio door was closed, the smile on Pei Nian's face disappeared completely, the shadow under her feet was swaying, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of Pei Nian's mouth. Pei Nian raised his hand and wiped it gently.

Her tone was very soft, as soft as saying that today's weather is really nice.

"I'm going to kill him..." she said softly, "I'm going to kill him..."

"Use the most painful and desperate way - kill him."

It started to rain outside, and the whole city was shrouded in rain. The invisible hungry ghost opened his eyes above the city, staring at this secluded small bungalow.

No one knew what happened on the cruise ship after Shen Shuning passed out.

No one will know where Zero went.

Maybe someone will know.

The soft and cold footsteps stopped, and the person in the wheelchair turned his head indifferently.

A gloved man stood behind him with a long scar running across his entire face.

"You don't have to worry about going wrong anymore."

"Because you have returned to your shell."

The person in the wheelchair retracted his gaze and looked down at the person lying on the bed.

The person lying down had sharp brows and bright eyes, eyes closed, without any breathing, sleeping peacefully.

He fell asleep like that, pale, as if he would never wake up.

He reached out his hand and took the other's hand.

The person lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes, but the person in the wheelchair dropped his hands, tilted his head against the wheelchair, and lost his breath.

The man got off the bed and stepped on the cold and gorgeous floor.

He walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it slowly, and then walked towards the balcony step by step.

The cold wind, ice and snow mixed with drizzle fell on the city on a winter night, and he looked up at the hungry ghosts above the city.

"I regret it a little bit."

He said.

The man was expressionless and did not speak.

The man lowered his eyes, looked at the empty wine glass in his hand, and said softly: "But I don't regret it very much."

After being silent for a while, he continued to speak: "He left my body, we need to wait for a better opportunity."

Wait until the gods recover again, wait until the devil's aura decays...

This time, the snipe and the clam fight each other, and the fisherman wins.

Next time, no such good luck.

He stepped on the edge of the balcony, looking at the bleak dry forest in the winter night.

When spring comes, they will grow new leaves and beautiful delicate flowers, but they will not be last year's leaves, nor will they be last year's flowers.

But in the eyes of passers-by, no matter how many times the branches, leaves and flowers have been changed, it makes no difference to passers-by.

Because the tree is still the tree.

Passers-by will not think that this tree is not the same tree as last year because of the replacement of branches, leaves and flowers.

This is enough.

He sat down, put the empty wine glass aside, supported the glass behind him, and looked up at the sky.

"More tools are needed."

"Need a new safe, non-disruptive associate."

Winter always passes, and spring always comes.

It may take a while, but he believes it will be soon.

After everything calms down, he will live and stay by Shen Shuning's side, no matter what his identity is.

He will be the winner in the end.

Shen Shuning stayed in the studio for more than a month, and finally finished painting Camille's portrait.

The woman on the drawing board is wearing a medieval court tunic dress, holding a feather folding fan in her hand, and smiling at the outsider. The smile is extraordinarily bewitching, like a seductive goblin, and a rabbit mask is reflected in the golden pupils.

Lifelike, no different from real people.

Now Shen Shuning can calmly face this portrait, he only hopes that if he gives this painting to Camille, Camille won't bring him any more nightmares.

He got up and pushed open the door of the studio, but it was dark for a moment.

He held on to the handle of the door, and after a while, he slowly raised his head to look.

The aisle became twisted, like a thorny road leading to hell, and the paintings hanging on the wall also began to sway, like ripples, with snow-white, soft lines swaying in front of your eyes.

Shen Shuning closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything was calm as usual.

"It's an illusion..." he said to himself, pressing his palm.

This is all false, it is an illusion produced by his psychological reasons, he will see the things he fears, and sense the existence of his fear, but it is all false.

Pei Nian had already prepared dinner, she lay on the dining table, holding her cheeks, and looked at him with a smile.

Shen Shuning walked up to Pei Nian step by step and sat down, then smiled at Pei Nian.

"I should call Princess Camille and tell her the painting is done."

Shen Shuning said softly while eating.

Pei Nian said yes.

After the meal, Shen Shuning called Mrs. Camille's private phone, but the other party never answered. Shen Shuning thought for a while and sent a message.

[I have finished the painting, you can come and pick it up anytime. 】

After finishing all this, Shen Shuning took a shower and went to bed. He pulled the quilt for Pei Nian, turned off the light and hesitated for a while, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

He had the dream that terrified him again.

He sank into the boundless darkness, unable to distinguish the passage of time, a soft but tough snow thread spread behind him, binding his legs and wrists, there was only one in the first dream, and more and more in the later dreams More and more, they are increasing densely every day, wrapping it tightly, as if to wrap it into a cocoon.

Almost out of breath.

There was a thick and wet squirming feeling on his shoulders, and there was something on his body, but he couldn't see it, he could only feel the strong and terrible emotions that were thick as a quagmire and he couldn't break free.

Greed—desire—repression—covet—hunger—

He seemed to have turned into a piece of food, a piece of delicious snack, being played with by that thing in the palm of his hand, maybe after playing with it enough, he would swallow it in one gulp.

The invisible monster kissed his neck closely. It seemed that this range was not enough for him, and he began to occupy other places.

no... can't...

Shen Shuning opened his eyes in a painful but happy struggle, he was panting heavily, his forehead was covered with sweat.

The room was dark, only a little moonlight came in through the cracks in the curtains, and some things could be seen vaguely, but it made people feel uneasy and panicked. He suddenly looked to his side.

Pei Nian curled up in his arms and slept soundly. His hands hugged her, so close that Pei Nian's breath could be felt by him through his chest.

Shen Shuning slowly calmed down and breathed.

It was a dream... nothing happened.

It took some time for Shen Shuning to recover, he let go of Pei Nian lightly, got out of bed, went to the bathroom and took a shower again.

The water rushed down from the shower, and he couldn't help closing his eyes, but after closing his eyes, he was overwhelmed by a strong sense of peeping. He opened his eyes and looked around the bathroom.

There is nothing, nothing exists...

Shen Shuning leaned against the wall, letting the water wash over him. He lowered his head, unable to see clearly, as the warm water flowed down his cheeks.

Half an hour later, Shen Shuning wiped his body clean, dried his damp hair, and returned to the bed.

He closed his eyes and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

The next day, Shen Shuning woke up and took the medicine Zhao Xiwei gave him as usual, and turned on his phone to see if Camille had replied.

Camille didn't respond to him.

When he put down his phone, he heard the sound of a car driving in. Shen Shuning walked to the French window and saw Tao Yang's car.

This year has already entered spring, but for some reason, the snow is still falling. At this time in previous years, the snow has almost melted.

"Nian Nian, Tao Yang is here." He called to the kitchen.

Pei Nian poked his head out from the kitchen, and said softly, "You go downstairs to pick him up, I'll cook one more dish."

When Shen Shuning went downstairs, Tao Yang had already found out the key to open the door, shook the snow off his body outside the door, and then walked in.

After entering, he turned his head to the outside and said something, Shen Shuning walked over and saw Tao Meng standing outside the door.

Tao Yang turned his head and smiled at him.

"Shen Shuning..."

He closed the door and walked towards Shen Shuning.

"How is your illness? Has it improved?"

"fine……"

Shen Shuning replied, unwilling to continue this topic.

"Go upstairs, the heating is not turned on downstairs, it's cold."

"Won't Tao Meng come in with you?" He looked towards the closed door.

"No, he doesn't like to enter this house." Tao Yang said.

He took a breath of cold mist, "Let's go up..."

Shen Shuning and Tao Yang went upstairs. The heater upstairs is usually turned on for a long time in cold weather. Tao Yang sat on the sofa, leaned on the sofa, and hugged a pillow.

"I'm here to take a portrait of Camille."

He stated the purpose of coming this time.

Shen Shuning's hand pouring the hot tea paused, he turned his head and said hesitantly: "Won't she come and get it by herself?"

Tao Yang yawned and leaned his head on the sofa, "She won't be here..."

"Something happened in the country where she lives, so she hurried back. After seeing your news, I asked me to come and pick it up for her, and send someone to give it to him."

Happened...something?

Camille's arrogant and evil eyes flashed in Shen Shuning's mind.

He nodded and said yes, "After dinner, I'll go to the studio and give you the painting."

He poured the tea and put it on the tea table in front of the sofa. When he was about to get up, he felt dizzy. He couldn't stand still and was about to fall. Tao Yang stretched out his hand to support him.

"Didn't you say it's much better?" Tao Yang frowned.

Shen Shuning sat on the sofa, rubbed the space between his eyebrows, "It's okay, it's just a little anemic."

In fact, of course he knew that he was not anemic, but he didn't really want Tao Yang, a friend, to worry about him.

He smiled at Tao Yang, his face pale: "It's time for dinner, I'll help Niannian."

He got up and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Pei Nian had already prepared the meal, Shen Shuning helped to bring it out and put it on the dining table, then took the bowls and chopsticks, and called Tao Yang to come and sit down.

Tao Yang sat down, and Pei Nian stuffed a pair of chopsticks into his hands. Pei Nian closed Tao Yang's hand, brought a side dish in front of Tao Yang, and said softly, "After I knew you were here, I made an extra dish. Let's try it." Try it? Mr. Tao..."

Mr. Tao's three characters are light, soft, and ruthless.

Like biting into a piece of rotten meat.

Tao Yang's eyes fell on the dish, and he met Pei Nian's eyes again. After a slight smile, he said politely: "Sorry, I don't like this taste. Thank you Miss Pei for your kindness."

"Perhaps a taste of Mr. Tao will suit your taste?"

Pei Niantian got tired of her voice.

She pressed the chopsticks in Tao Yang's hand, trying to push Tao Yang's chopsticks into the dish, but Tao Yang's chopsticks didn't budge.

The atmosphere was stalemate, Shen Shuning looked at Tao Yang, then at Pei Nian, then picked up the dish in front of Tao Yang, "Nian Nian, if Tao Yang doesn't like it, don't force him, I'll just eat it. "

His chopsticks were about to fall into the dish, Pei Nian took the dish back from his hand, and wrote casually: "You can't eat, your body is not suitable for eating this dish."

"I'm allergic..."

Shen Shuning was stunned for a while, then retracted the chopsticks, "Oh, good."

He watched Pei Nian enter the kitchen with a plate of dishes.

Pei Nian, who entered the kitchen, dumped the dishes on the plate into the trash can expressionlessly, then turned and left the kitchen, with a gentle and thick smile on her face again, "Okay, since no one eats that dish , Just pour it out, let's start eating."

"Ah Ning, what are you looking at?"

She looked at Shen Shuning.

Shen Shuning paused with his fingers holding the chopsticks, looked back at the kitchen, with regret in his eyes, and said gently: "Would it be too wasteful to pour it out, after all, you worked so hard to make it."

Pei Nian took a spoonful of the crispy stewed meat and put it in Shen Shuning's bowl, "No way..."

She withdrew her hand and said softly: "Eat quickly, if you don't eat quickly, you will be hungry."

"Look at you, you've lost weight recently."

When Shen Shuning forced a smile, he picked up the bowl and took the rice into his mouth, a little absent-minded.

The author has something to say: Take a deep breath, I will not stop updating the next two books.