16 Set Apart for Ten Years, By The Living And The Dead! (6)

Jiang Lixing was stunned for a while, and his eyes had a flash of surprise when he heard Ning Huanxin's words. "I… I don't use perfume."

"Oh, is it?"

Ning Huanxin gave an awkward smile. "My nose… it looks like I am having some trouble. Umm… I think it's the flu!"

Jiang Lixing glanced at her and kept quiet. But before the film crew packed up and returned to the courtyard, Jiang Lixing's assistant gave some flu medicine to Ning Huanxin before everyone rested for the night.

After returning to her tiny room, Ning Huanxin kept staring at the box of flu medicine as she laid on the single bed.

This was the flu medicine sent by the assistant of the country's god-like figure!

Was this an onset of a romantic love story?

Oh… Ning Huaxin really wished she could keep the flu medicine forever!

But, this was ten years in the past.

Ning Huanxin's eyes became serious, and her gaze sharpened.

All of this place would not be the real events in the past.

Could it be an illusory world of memories?

If it was indeed a world of memories, then, whose memories had she entered?

"Ten years, by the living and the dead."

Ning Huanxin sighed and put the flu medicine down as she muttered the phrase from a popular poem to herself. These lines of the poem were used by the poet to mourn his lost wife.

"Set Apart for Ten years, by the living and the dead! O such a great void in our hearts!"

As Ning Huanxin leaned against the wall, she recited the first line of the poem completely.

"Your lonely tomb lies a thousand miles away. Where can I pour my sorrows?"

A clear and crisp voice of a female suddenly sounded from the other side of the wall. Was that Zhang Yan's voice?

Ning Huanxin suddenly remembered at this time that Zhang Yan stayed right next door, and the two of them were only separated by a wall.

Well, this room was not exactly soundproof.

"Sister Ning, do you also like this poem by Su Shi?" Zhang Yan's voice from the other side of the wall sounded excited as she continued, "I also like this poem, I have a whole collection of Su Shi's poems. It's on the bookshelf, Sister Ning can have a look if you like."

"Okay," Ning Huanxin answered lightly.

"It's getting late, I'm going to rest first. Sister Ning, you should also rest, goodnight."

After bidding goodnight to Ning Huanxin, there was no more voice from Zhang Yan.

She was indeed a likable and cheerful young girl.

Ning Huanxin stood up. Relying on the dim light, she looked at the bookshelf on the other side of the room.

The little girl had indeed collected many books.

Ning Huanxin slowly walked to the bookshelf. She was not much into reading, but being in such a strange place, she couldn't really fall asleep. Perhaps, reading could hypnotize her and drift her to sleep.

The books were arranged neatly and orderly, reflecting the book-lover nature of Zhang Yan.

Ning Huanxin's finger ran through the row of books before she suddenly stopped and pulled out a book.

It was Su Shi's poem collection that Zhang Yan had mentioned!

New and exquisite, it was a limited edition book with a hardcover. The position of the book also proved that the owner really loved it and read it often.

There was also a bookmark in the book, made of platinum. With a single glance, Ning Huanxin could tell that the bookmark was from a known brand and would not have been easy to buy.

This was definitely not something Zhang Yan could buy. Could it be a gift?

"Could it be a gift from someone in the film crew?"

Ning Huanxin contemplated for a bit and eventually placed the book back. This book is undoubtedly the owner's beloved book, she would not dare to casually flip through, in case she ruined it. Even if Ning Huaxin used all her current assets, she could not possibly pay for it!