Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 121 Sense of Crisis

Yan Ciwan walked across the dark scorched earth, passed through the collapsed courtyard wall, and entered Mengdie Villa.

The entire villa had been burned into ruins, and it was impossible to tell where the road was. She simply ignored everything and followed the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano became clearer and clearer.

Finally, she saw Xiao Wang sitting behind the desk!

He was concentrating on playing the piano, and the sound of the piano poured out from his fingertips.

The wind and snow had disappeared at some point, and the world became extremely quiet. Only the sound of the piano filled with longing echoed in Yan Ciwan's ears.

Her heart was beating like a drum and her eyes were fixed on the person in front of her without blinking.

Even though he knew that the other person could neither see him nor hear his voice, Yan Ciwan still couldn't help but call out.

"Xiao Liu!"

Xiao Wang's fingertips paused, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

He raised his head as if he sensed something and looked in the direction of Yan Ci Wan.

Yan Ciwan met his gaze exactly.

She held her breath involuntarily. Could it be that the other person could see her?
However, Xiao Wang's gaze passed through her and fell on the invisible distance.

Yan Ciwan felt a little disappointed.

It turned out that he still couldn't see her.

An anxious call came to my ears——

“Aci, Aci!”

Yan Ciwan opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed. Chaolu was sitting beside the bed, looking at her anxiously.

Seeing that she woke up, Chaolu's heart finally settled down.

"Thank God, you finally woke up!"

Yan Ciwan supported herself on the bed and slowly sat up. She looked around and confirmed that she was in the east wing of Shaoguangyuan. Everything in the room was exactly the same as she saw before she went to bed, with no signs of being burned at all.

Finally, her eyes fell on Xiao Wang, who was sitting behind the desk.

At this moment Xiao Wang was still in a trance.

Just now, when he was playing "Returning People", he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing. He subconsciously stopped and looked up, but saw that the doors and windows were closed. He didn't know where the wind came from?

Not knowing what he was thinking of, he looked at Yan Ciwan lying on the bed.

The two looked at each other.

Xiao Wang thought, could it be that the cold wind just now was her soul?
Yan Ciwan thanked him.

Xiao Wang came to his senses and confirmed that she was fine, so he felt relieved.

After all, this was the residence of two young women, and it was not appropriate for an adult man like him to stay here for long, so he stood up and offered to leave.

"Take your time to wash up. I'll go see if breakfast is ready."

After saying this, he walked out with steady steps, not forgetting to close the door gently at the end.

Yan Ciwan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, picked up the clothes hanging on the rack beside the bed, and put them on one by one.

She was still thinking about the scene she had just seen in her dream.

Mengdie Villa will be burned to ruins in the future. The owner of the villa, Chu Wangshan, his concubine Lingniang, his daughter Fuxue, the doorman Ashi, and the seven guests who came to attend the Nuanhan Club will all be buried in the sea of fire. But the problem is that she doesn't know the specific time and cause of the fire, and she doesn't know how to prevent this tragedy from happening?

If she failed to stop the fire, would she, Chao Lu, and Xiao Wang, who were also in the villa, also die?
Thinking of this, a sense of crisis quietly crept into Yan Ciwan's heart.

Chaolu had no idea that there was a huge crisis hidden in the villa, and she still felt a lingering fear at this moment.

"When I woke up this morning, I found you motionless. I reached out and touched your nose, and you were no longer breathing! I was almost scared to death!"

Yan Ciwan came back to his senses and asked, "Did you go to Xiao Liu for help?"

Chao Lu nodded: "Well, no matter how I called you, you didn't respond. I remembered that last time you suddenly lost your breath, it was Xiao Liu who woke you up by playing the zither, so I ran to the west wing and invited Xiao Liu over. It was also a coincidence that there happened to be a guqin in Shaoguang Courtyard, which solved the urgent problem."

Yan Ciwan thanked him sincerely: "This time it's all thanks to you."

Zhaolu smiled shyly: "Actually, I didn't do anything. I just ran to find Xiao Liu. The credit for your safe awakening mainly goes to Xiao Liu."

She couldn't help feeling curious when she said this, but her mind told her that she shouldn't ask about other people's privacy, so she could only keep her mouth shut and look at Yan Ci Wan with a pair of curious eyes.

Yan Ciwan understood what she was thinking, so he took the initiative to explain.

"I suffer from soul separation syndrome. Every time the disease strikes, I will fall into a state of suspended animation. I can only wake up when I hear Xiao Liu playing "Returning People". If you find that I suddenly lose my breath again in the future, remember to inform Xiao Liu as soon as possible. Only he can save me."

At the end her expression became very serious. This was a matter of life and death and no mistakes could be made.

Chaolu had seen records about soul-leaving syndrome in medical books, but because the disease was too mysterious, she once thought that it was made up by the author. She never thought that she would witness someone suffering from this disease with her own eyes.

She immediately became interested.

She is a doctor and has a strong curiosity about this rare disease that only exists in legends.

"How did you get the Soul-Separation Syndrome? When was your first attack? How did you feel each time you had an attack? Why is it that only Xiao Liu's piano music can wake you up?"

Facing her series of questions, Yan Ciwan did not show any impatience and answered carefully: "I don't know how I got this disease. The first time I got sick was in the Tingfeng Courtyard where you lived. At that time, I had just escaped death. It happened that Xiao Liu was staying at your house at that time. It was because of his piano music that I was able to wake up that night."

Chaolu quickly found a pen and paper and wrote down every word she said.

After finishing writing, Chaolu raised her head and saw Yan Ciwan looking at her helplessly, and her face immediately blushed.

Chaolu explained sheepishly: "I didn't mean to pry into your privacy. I just wanted to record all the details related to the Soul Dissociation Syndrome so that I can study how to treat this disease."

Yan Ciwan sighed: "You really like to study medicine."

Zhaolu held the paper and pen in her hand and whispered, "I have loved studying medicine since I was a child, and this is all I know. Apart from treating people, I don't know anything else..."

"Sister, being able to treat people is already amazing! When you and your mother get to Chang'an, you can open a clinic and treat more people in the future. Your medical skills will definitely get better and better!"

Chaolu felt very shy when being praised, her face turned even redder, but her eyes were full of light.

Her original goal was just to return to Chang'an with her mother and live a peaceful life, but now, she has added another goal -

That means opening a clinic!

Chaolu asked excitedly, "Aci, what are your future plans? Will you settle down in Chang'an in the future?"

Yan Ciwan shook his head: "I haven't thought that far ahead yet."

Her current goal is to find He Chunzhuo to find out whether he is related to her mother's death and to prevent the fire in Mengdie Villa.

A more distant goal is to go to Chang'an to find Yan Tingyu and fight back!

As for what to do after revenge, I can only think about it later.

(End of this chapter)