Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

As drowsiness came over him, Fu Guanci's eyelids became heavier as he looked at the figure, and he finally closed his eyes reluctantly.

In a daze, he could feel someone helping him up and feeding him a pill. Warm water slowly flowed into his throat, and the dryness gradually disappeared.

The coolness on my forehead came from the wrung-out towel that someone beside me kept replacing.

He knew that if his body recovered, the people around him would leave, making him mistakenly believe that it was a dream or some other reason.

Perhaps it was because his obsession was too strong, Fu Guanci could clearly feel that his consciousness seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory.

He seemed to really see the A Xiang that the ghost girl was talking about. He had the same face as him, but seemed different.

I also saw the last moment of their farewell. The girl's eyes were curved, and her every frown and smile was so breathtakingly beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

She turned into starlight and disappeared, saying, 'Wait for me to come back.'

So this wait lasted for seven years.

Reality and dreams intersected, and Fu Guanci subconsciously reached out to keep her: "Don't go..."

Shen Zhinian paused when he stood up to change the water, and his eyes fell on his wrist, that slender and beautiful hand.

In order to take care of him, I naturally have to release the soul state.

Fu Guanci held her hand firmly, with a strength that was neither too strong nor too weak, just enough that she couldn't easily break free.

Seeing this, Shen Zhinian put down the towel in his hand, shook it back with a smile, and said in a coaxing voice: "I won't leave."

Even though Fu Guanci is in power now, it is impossible that the past seven years were without any crisis. The scar on his back is the best proof of this.

The action of holding back the hand seemed to bring a trace of strength to the sleeping person. A slightly cool touch came from the back of her hand. It was Fu Guanci holding her hand and gently pressing it against her forehead, which was still covered with cool moisture.

"Sister..."

Shen Zhinian stared blankly at his handsome profile, his heart felt like a stone was thrown into the clear and calm lake, causing ripples.

She had long been accustomed to having a young man around her who seemed serious on the surface but was actually as socially averse as she was. She also knew that when Fu Guanci was sick, he would stick to her more than usual.

Just like when she personally brought people back to Sun Moon Valley.

Obviously...his previous wounds were all healed by the medicine she prepared bit by bit.

The warm breath lingered along his fingertips. Shen Zhinian blinked and inexplicably felt as if a stray puppy was rubbing against him pitifully and he wanted to follow it home.

He shook his head and cleared away these messy thoughts.

Shen Zhinian considered the possibility of pulling his hand away and waking the person up.

The answer is yes, that is because her breath is familiar, otherwise, with Fu Guanci's vigilance, he would have woken up long ago and the current situation would not have happened at all.

She could have gotten out of her current state and escaped successfully, but Shen Zhinian didn't do that.

Family members are always different from outsiders. Although A Xiang is clingy and likes to act like a spoiled child unconsciously, the young master still loves you.

He hummed twice with some pride.

"It's time to show off my skills," she said, "I'll tell you a story so you can sleep peacefully."

This kind of treatment was given to Fu Guanci when he first came here. Because he was slashed by several swords, his pale little face looked so adorable, so this warm benefit was given to him.

Although Xiao Fu Guanci, who had an adult soul at the time, said seriously that he didn't need it.

But every time he had to helplessly watch someone who was most likely trying to coax him to sleep, and then successfully coax himself to sleep. In the end, he would give half of the bed to this little kid and fall asleep with their foreheads touching.

Therefore, the young master surnamed Shen never felt that he had failed, and even believed that she must have some ability to coax people to sleep. Didn’t he see that Fu Guanci could always sleep well?

She cleared her throat and said, "The story I'm going to tell you today is called 'Grandfather and Grandson'."

"Once upon a time, there was an old man who had nothing better to do and took his grandson boating."

"But the good times didn't last long. The originally leisurely trip turned into a thrilling adventure. A big wave hit the boat, capsized it, and grandpa's oars were broken."

"After finally escaping danger, the grandfather said to his grandson in horror..."

"Guess what grandpa said?"

The man with a fever naturally wouldn't answer, so Shen Zhinian asked and answered himself, grinning with his big teeth bared.

"Grandpa said, grandson, grandpa is done paddling!"

She giggled for a long while, not knowing whether this was to lull people to sleep or to wake them up.

Who knows, perhaps because he was too familiar with this unreliable process, Fu Guanci, who was originally trapped in a dream, really relaxed his brows and fell into a sound sleep.

After telling the story, Shen Zhinian, who had successfully made himself tired of laughing, immediately used the "I decide my own sleep quality" function to fall asleep in seconds, lying on the pillow, and slept even more soundly than the person himself.

Is it okay to tell yourself a story and put yourself to sleep?

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After taking Shen Zhinian's elixir and sleeping for less than an hour, Fu Guanci's body had fully recovered.

He was not in a hurry to open his eyes, as blocking his vision could enhance his other senses.

He could even clearly sense the posture he was in at the moment, holding that fair, delicate hand in his palm, and how he was pressing it against his forehead with such attachment that he was unwilling to let go.

Even though he has already woken up, he still greedily remains the same and never thinks of letting go at the first moment.

The memories from the fever and coma were not erased. He vaguely remembered that it was a female ghost who appeared and took care of him.

He could touch her now...

After waking up and deliberately maintaining the same posture, his body seemed a little stiff. Fu Guanci was confused and couldn't make up his mind whether the female ghost intended to "let" him see her now.

Fortunately, the sound of gentle breathing beside his ear reminded him.

Oh, the ghost girl who had just successfully lulled herself to sleep with the bedtime story was now sleeping even more soundly than him, and the above situation that required no concern was occurring.

After figuring this out, Fu Guanci slowly opened his eyes and his gaze fell steadily on the girl in front of him.

Because one hand was clasped with his, Shen Zhinian could only face Fu Guanci and rest his head on his other arm, breathing deeply and peacefully.

The rainy environment seemed to make the beautiful face look even whiter, and in the dim light, it seemed to be emitting a holy glow.

However, who could have imagined that this was a werewolf who liked to be a grandfather.

Fu Guanci raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled silently.

"Shen Zhinian... Nian Nian..."

He knew her name. In the vague fragments of his memory, he remembered the little figure hugging Aotian, expressing her love to him, and introducing herself.

Just like how he had even mistaken Fu Xiuyuan, who was boiled like a roasted suckling pig, for him before, Fu Guanci's eyes became complicated for a second, and he imitated her unserious tone and complained in a low voice.

"Miss ghost with poor eyesight, luckily you still found me."