Chapter 150 - Three Dreams (1)

Xiong Jingfei threw away the hands gripping onto her shoulders. 

She doesn't know what more Feng Huan wants from her. All she saw from Ai was that she gave him a ring. She doesn't know what to tell Feng Huan besides what he perhaps saw already. It was most likely the same thing she saw, but she wasn't the person who gave him the ring!

She bit down on her bottom lip, not knowing why she is getting worked up over this. It was a simple answer, tell Feng Huan no, and move on. 

Except, she found herself unable to move on as her heart linger around the lotus jaded pink ring. Xiong Jingfei felt guilty towards Feng Huan, but why...

"You really don't remember?" Feng Huan murmured, backing away from them. That's impossible, it was Xiong Jingfei who gave him that ring. 

"Since Feifei has answered you, we will be on our way now." Yang Zheyan said, taking Xiong Jingfei and walked away from Feng Huan. 

Yang Zheyan doesn't know what happened between them, but he no longer wants to hear about it. None of the words sprouting from Feng Huan's mouth was making any sense. It was like broken events trying to be put together. Events he didn't want to know about. 

Feng Huan didn't try to stop them again from leaving. Why should he when Xiong Jingfei was firmly denying giving him a ring? Was he supposed to force a yes out of her? 

That wasn't what Feng Huan wanted out from her. 

He asked because he was desperate to find out what happened next in his dream. It was like he was watching a movie, but a very real one. One that he couldn't control the action of the person, but he felt the emotions, thoughts, and was aware of what was happening. 

In his next dream, he was walking down a road, and he knew where he was headed. It was to a rundown pawnshop that didn't stand out, but that was what Xiong Jingfei wanted. He showed the pawnshop owner the ring, and was told to wait while he went and grabbed Feng Huan's "item." 

He waited for her. He kept waiting and waiting, but she never showed up. The pawnshop owner didn't know what to tell him because the "item" should have arrived by now. 

Feng Huan didn't give up. 

He went to a nearby restaurant and continued waiting for Xiong Jingfei. That restaurant he was waiting at looked old, and there was no electricity. He only figured that out because the restaurant owner started lighting up candles once night fell. 

The body Feng Huan was in and was seeing everything through it. The body kept drinking one jar of wine after another, and he even asked for more! 

Like he said, he can only watch what happens but have no control over it. It was as if he was put there to watch what is going to happen next, and he couldn't alter it. 

Naturally, that is the case, it was something he couldn't change because it was part of the past. Something Feng Huan has yet to find out. 

When he walked down the road to the pawnshop, he did observe the buildings around him, and it was different. It was like he was in the countryside that has yet to use modern technology. 

The people passing by him weren't wearing modern clothes too. They were dressed very shabby or in robes. It was like he was at a studio walking through an ancient setting for a drama. 

He doesn't know where he was at or know how he got to a place that appeared ancient. But, he felt comfortable and not out of place. 

When Feng Huan woke up from his dream, he only remembered feeling like shit and hungover. It was as if he actually had a sip of those wines! 

Then he felt worse after thinking about the fact that Xiong Jingfei couldn't keep her end of the promise to him. She never showed up... 

Even though it was just a dream to him, he still felt like everything was real. Truly unexplainable, was what he could only describe it as. 

Feng Huan turned his head to the side to grab his phone to see what time it is. Has he slept for a long time? He must have because he was feeling groggy. 

"Huan, you're awake?" Zhao Fan smiled, placing a bowl of warm porridge down. She scooped up an edible amount and blew on it to cool it down. "You woke up in time to eat." 

Feng Huan's brows drew together, he demanded in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to never step a foot back in my place."

"Hu-Huan… I came here wanting to talk to you, but I found you collapsed outside your door. Turned out you were sick, so I brought you inside and took care of you this whole time." Zhao Fan said, bring the spoon closer to Feng Huan to take a bite. 

She was still afraid of Feng Huan and did take his warning to heart, but she thought he would be over it by now. Nothing happened between her and Lu Weisheng. She didn't release the photo that was given to her, but it looks like he still hasn't forgiven her yet. 

Feng Huan batted away the spoon, and it slipped out of Zhao Fan's hand. 

She held it in and got up to pick up the dirty rice, something she never had to do ever since the day she was born. Anything dirty, she didn't need to touch it because someone else will do it for her. 

However, for Feng Huan, she was willing to do anything for him. 

"I'll go get a new spoon." Zhao Fan smiled, not showing in the slightest that she was upset. 

"No need!" Feng Huan coughed, holding onto his chest. 

"Huan!" Zhao Fan ran to Feng Huan's side. 

Feng Huan flung his arm away from her, "Don't touch me!" 

Even if the world was ending, the last person he wanted to take care of him was Zhao Fan. He really should change the password on his lock. He hasn't done it yet because he couldn't find a different number to use to replace Xiong Jingfei's birthday. 

He didn't care that he was running a high fever, all he wanted was to get Zhao Fan out of his sight.