CHAPTER 351: CHAPTER 351: AM I IN YOUR DREAM?

Five years ago, he thought she wouldn’t leave, but she calmly faced death.

Five years later, she returned and grew close to him, suggesting they try being in love. He thought she wouldn’t leave again, yet when he woke up, he almost couldn’t find her.

Facing life and death again, she’s perhaps just moved, moved enough to say things like not leaving to comfort him.

Godfery Shaw didn’t believe it, but he smiled gently, using a relaxed, teasing tone: "Nancy, I don’t think this is the best place to talk about love."

Nancy Allen just looked at Godfery Shaw, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her up slightly, she held onto his neck, while he held her waist, and she looked down at him from above to plant a kiss on his brow.

"I think it is."

The light touch on the brow seemed to have warmth, even hotter than a passionate kiss, spreading into Godfery Shaw and making even his face blush in the cold river water.

Godfery’s experiences in love were simpler than Nancy’s, almost like a blank sheet of paper.

From a young age, his eyes saw no one but Nancy.

And Nancy’s response was the entirety of Godfery’s romantic experience.

After a while, Godfery finally reacted from that flustered state, realizing Nancy was disagreeing with him, saying it was indeed a good place for love.

Godfery’s heart sped up, like a wanderer dying of thirst in a desert encountering the most beautiful mirage.

Even if it’s false, it still made him sink into it.

If Emma Lewis were here, she would surely scold these two for being so intensely focused on their love, unaware of survival’s urgency, saying such things are useless, and finding a way to survive is what’s important.

However, Nancy would only dare to say such things that she usually wouldn’t, in a moment where life and death were uncertain.

For instance.

"Godfery, do you believe in past lives and reincarnation?"

"I only look at the present."

"Godfery, I once had a dream in which I was foolish beyond measure, deceived by the Wright family, toyed with by Marsh Smith, and defaced by Ava Wright. I caused the death of my parents, ruined my brother, and at Marsh and Ava’s wedding, with cancer ravaging my body, I publicly killed Ava and plotted against Marsh with my own life."

Nancy spoke bitterly these words.

Five years ago, she faced death without speaking.

Now, she just wanted to tell Godfery, regardless of whether he believed it or not.

When Godfery heard about the terminal cancer, he held her even tighter, never asking if it were true, only softly questioning: "And what about me? Was I in your dream?"

Nancy murmured: "Yes, you were always there, always protecting me, always thinking of ways to save me, but I never once looked back at you."

Nancy couldn’t hold back, her voice began to tremble.

Godfery tenderly leaned his face against hers: "It’s enough that I was there, you not looking back doesn’t matter."

Nancy kept her head down, tightly grasping his clothes: "In the dream, after I died, you disposed of everyone who harmed me, and then... you came to be with me."

Nancy used a lot of strength to say these words.

She had once brought harm to Godfery Shaw.

Yet Godfery reacted calmly, remarking: "I did well in the dream, though a little useless at first, as I couldn’t protect you."

Nancy cried.

Tears streamed uncontrollably.

She faced death composedly without crying, but now she couldn’t stop.

Tears rolled down and she sobbed: "No, it’s not his fault. He was wholeheartedly trying to find a cure for my illness, not looking out for anything else. It’s me who foolishly deceived him, caused harm to everyone. It’s me who harmed him, time and again..."

Godfery Shaw held Nancy, gently lifting her, trying to keep her body out of the water as much as possible. He didn’t soothe nor interrupt, this long-released heartbreak was better out.

As a result, Nancy cried for twenty minutes, sobbing without stopping.

Godfery couldn’t help but say: "Nancy, stop crying, we need to think about surviving first."

Nancy sobbed, speaking through her tears: "I... I don’t want to cry either, but I can’t... can’t control it."

Nancy didn’t wish to cry, but once emotions surged intensely, they were difficult to contain.

Her relentless sobbing and intense emotions made her heart ache.

She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, resembling a bunny with red-rimmed eyes, whimpering like she had been grievously bullied.

Godfery thought about how kingdoms had been led astray by beauty, knowing there was reason behind it, and leaned down to kiss his red-eyed bunny.

Godfery’s kiss, in its forceful intensity, carried a careful tenderness, engulfing Nancy’s crying.

Nancy’s red eyes eventually turned into rosy cheeks.

Godfery saw her flushed face, not even realizing how to breathe, finally let her go, his husky voice like an enchanting spell: "Can you control the crying now?"

Sunlight streamed over Godfery, casting a gentle glow on his drenched body, his hair seemed to have grown, carrying a tempting softness even while wet.

Everyone only saw the cold exterior of Godfery, but only Nancy could touch the warmth inside.

If it weren’t for the Shaw family’s madness, Godfery would have been an upright, gentle person.

Nancy nodded, her mind full of scattered thoughts, and her face turned red.

Godfery directed: "Okay, now turn around and hold onto the plank."

Nancy hurriedly let go of his neck, turned and leaned back against him, gripping the plank, murmuring to herself: "Nancy! Stay composed, don’t look so weak to temptation."

Indeed, facing Godfery, Nancy felt she had absolutely no self-control.

After speaking, she heard a soft laugh behind her, her face went even redder, Godfery seemed to have heard it.

Having revealed her secret out loud, Nancy felt an inner solace.

However, Godfery appeared calm, but his heart was far from relaxed.

He knew what kind of person Nancy was, she’d never retaliate against the Wright family just because of a dream.

Past lives and rebirth?

Those who harmed Nancy, the Wright family is gone now, Marsh can’t cause trouble, the only thing that concerned Godfery was cancer, Nancy spoke of dying from cancer in her dream.

Whether it was a dream or not, he wouldn’t allow even the slightest chance of this.

Once they’re back, he’d find a way to bring Nancy to the hospital, using the best instruments and equipment for the most comprehensive examination.

For now, they needed to find a way ashore.

Godfery softly said: "Nancy, don’t speak to preserve energy, hold steady, we’re thinking of a way ashore."

Godfery began focusing ahead; with this sizeable plank, he could float in the water for a long time, seeking an opportunity.

Half an hour passed, the currents remained rapid, and the surrounding environment unchanged. The river passing Riverwood City was too lengthy, encompassing the entire city. They were now in a suburban and desolate area.

Godfery could continue waiting, but Nancy couldn’t.

Her health was too frail; prolonged exposure in the cold water could be fatal.

Her weak, delicate body leaned against his chest, shivering.

Nancy was too cold, naturally afraid of cold, feeling her limbs lose sensation, her blood seemed to stop circulating. Suddenly, she felt herself lifted from the water by Godfery and sat atop the plank facing him.

The plank immediately sank down, Godfery supported it.

Nancy shook her head immediately, voice trembling: "Godfery, this won’t do, you’ll wear out like this."

Godfery wouldn’t let Nancy get off, his entire body submerged in the water, pressed his cheek against her leg, as if trying to convey his warmth, then firmly insisted: "Listen, sit still!"