Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 947: Another Dream

Chapter 947: Chapter 947: Another Dream
Zhou Zhao’s interlude made everyone relax a bit.
Except Xia Wan.
If the police hadn’t pulled her away, she might have rushed into the haunted house again.
"Shirley! Shirley!"
Suddenly, an explosion rang out, and the haunted house instantly vanished into ashes.
The dust that rose felt like a sandstorm coming towards them.
Everyone was stunned in place.
Xia Wan collapsed to the ground, muttering Shirley’s name.
Lin Zhiyi looked at her, unsure how to comfort her.
At this moment, Li Huan shouted.
"Third Young Master!"
Lin Zhiyi looked over at the sound and found Gong Chen had fainted on the ground.
She didn’t think about Xia Wan, rushing to Gong Chen’s side.
She supported Gong Chen: "Third Young Master, wake up, don’t scare me."
Li Huan checked his pulse and reassured her: "Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious."
Lin Zhiyi stared at Gong Chen without blinking.
Li Huan hurriedly said: "Let’s go to the hospital for a check-up."
Several people helped the unconscious Gong Chen and the dazed Xia Wan onto the ambulance.
Everything else was left to the police.
...
Hospital.
While Gong Chen was sent for a physical examination, Chen Jin received news from the police.
"The police found some human tissue, which, after testing, was confirmed to be Shirley’s."
Shirley was still gone.
Lin Zhiyi’s expression was somewhat dazed, her mind filled with Shirley’s last words before she died.
No one can change fate.
Shirley wasn’t saved in her past life, and the same happened in this life.
Life is unpredictable, and fate always has its tricks.
Why does it turn out the same even after starting over?
Lin Zhiyi felt inexplicably afraid, she lowered her head, her hands tightly gripping.
Xingxing’s identity hasn’t been revealed yet, but the threat surrounding her death has never ceased.
Including Liu He and the unborn child from the past life.
Lin Zhiyi thought that as long as she resolved the death knot from the past life, everything would disappear.
But now it seems Shirley’s words might not be false.
Fate still exists.
"Lin Zhiyi? Lin Zhiyi?"
Li Huan’s voice gradually became clear.
Lin Zhiyi shuddered and looked up suddenly.
Seeing Li Huan arriving, she quickly stood up.
"How is Third Young Master?"
"He’s fine, apart from a leg injury, he otherwise... just fell asleep." Li Huan explained.
"What? Fell asleep?"
Lin Zhiyi thought she had misheard.
Li Huan responded: "Indeed, he fell asleep, breathing steadily, sleeping soundly."
Only then did Lin Zhiyi feel relieved.
In a second thought, she remembered Xingxing and the others.
"The children..."
"Second Young Master is outside responding, they arrived at the hospital earlier than you, all are safe and sound, you can see them anytime." Li Huan explained.
Lin Zhiyi relaxed her whole body.
"I will go now; Xingxing will definitely seek out Father, I’ll wait until Third Young Master wakes up to go."
"Alright, I have already had Third Young Master sent to the ward, let’s go." Li Huan said.
Li Huan led them into the ward.
At this time, Gong Chen lay calmly and composely on the hospital bed, quiet and handsome.
Lin Zhiyi sat at the bedside, tightly holding his hand.
Seeing this, Li Huan said: "Let’s go outside first."
After speaking, he pulled Zhou Zhao and Chen Jin out of the ward.
Li Huan asked: "Are you guys okay?"
Zhou Zhao casually said: "What could possibly happen to us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jin grabbed his arm and rolled up his sleeve.
There were quite a few scratches on it.
"Let him have a look, it’s probably from moving the walls earlier, rubbed by the nearby bricks."
Li Huan chuckled: "See, you know him better than the injured."
Zhou Zhao moved his arm: "Big man, what’s to be afraid of with scratches?"
Li Huan deliberately said: "Not afraid of scratches, but afraid of ghosts?"
"Are you two doing this on purpose?" Zhou Zhao clicked his tongue twice.
"Come on, Third Young Master won’t wake up for a while, let’s go to my office, I’ll help you with your wounds."
"You’re a true friend." Zhou Zhao bumped Li Huan’s shoulder and jokingly said, "Surely, you’re someone about to get married, so considerate."
"You two are the groomsmen, you can’t escape." Li Huan pointed to Chen Jin and Zhou Zhao.
"Alright, but why not ask Third Young Master? It’d be more prestigious." Zhou Zhao asked.
"He’s a married man." Li Huan replied.
Chen Jin said: "Neither Zhou Zhao nor I are suitable."
Li Huan’s expression turned ambiguous.
Chen Jin bluntly said: "The loss of work fees combined with being a groomsman, I fear you couldn’t bear it."
Li Huan: "..."
Why bother saying more?
...
Inside the ward.
Gong Chen continued to sleep, yet his consciousness was clear.
He could even feel someone holding his hand.
The familiar warmth made him want to wake up immediately, but his body wouldn’t obey.
Everything around began changing from the haunted house, gradually becoming clear.
He could even feel breezes brushing his face.
Slowly opening his eyes, he found everything was silvery-white, and he was standing on a bridge.
The wind rustled through the bamboo forest, snowflakes softly falling.
Before he could see the environment clearly, he vaguely heard someone calling him from under the bridge.
But when he turned his head, under the bridge was empty.
Just then, his body was bumped, followed by being carried forward by the crowd around him.
However, he couldn’t make out the faces of the surrounding people.
Everyone seemed to be wearing the same clothes.
After walking off the bridge, the wind carried a pleasant fragrance.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard children’s laughter nearby.
Reflexively, Gong Chen raised his eyes, spotting a child’s figure not far away.
"Xingxing! Xingxing!"
He quickly chased after, grabbing the child by the shoulder.
"Xingxing!"
But in the next moment, as the child turned around, it wasn’t Xingxing’s face.
Yet the child’s age seemed similar to Xingxing.
No, it should be said this child resembled the seven or eight-year-old Xingxing from his dream.
She grinned: "Uncle, why are you spacing out? You wouldn’t have forgotten me again, would you?"
Gong Chen couldn’t understand the little girl’s meaning.
The little girl said: "I’m not Xingxing, I’m Little Moon, the unique Little Moon."
Gong Chen still didn’t speak.
He really couldn’t remember when he had seen this child.
Yet his subconscious reminded him that he knew this child.
The little girl tugged at his hand: "Uncle, have you gone muddleheaded again? You’re poor; you’ve been here so long, and no family has come to visit you."
Not knowing why, Gong Chen reflexively spoke: "I have no family anymore."
The little girl hesitated, looking at him with big eyes, comforting: "It’s okay, I can become your family."
Looking at the little girl’s smile, Gong Chen felt an indescribable pain within his heart.
He squeezed his hands, but grasped nothing.
"Uncle, you seem so sad; they would also be sad."
The little girl lifted a hand to touch Gong Chen’s cheek.
Gong Chen felt even more sorrowful inside, he raised his hand finally grasping hers.
"They will never be the most sad again, they..."
Suddenly, everything around started shaking, everything collapsing, and the little girl screamed.
"Ah! Uncle! Uncle! Save me!"
"Xingxing, hold onto me, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you."
Gong Chen seemed to have caught the last hope, tightly hugging the little girl, as if she were Xingxing.
Finally, everything plunged into darkness.
"Third Young Master? Third Young Master?"
"Zhiyi, you finally decide to see me, you came to get me, didn’t you?"
"Huh?"