The Mind-Read Heiress: From Impostor to Family Favorite-Chapter 653 - 373 Shen Jingxiu of the IF Line: Time_End

The end of Shen Jingxiu’s timeline. Time.

When consciousness returned once again, Wenyan found herself standing in the lake of the park.

Fireworks burst in the distant sky, others celebrating New Year’s Eve.

She really had returned.

She had stayed three days in another world on a different timeline, but here it seemed to have passed in an instant.

This time, though, the lamp was no longer in her hands.

Not only was the lamp in her hand gone, but the lights on the tree in the water were also going out one by one.

"No, don’t go out, don’t go out!"

Wenyan stepped into the water, trying to find that unnumbered lamp.

She randomly picked one up, and the number on it was 17694.

Another was number 16038.

These lamps were going out at the speed of a thousand per second.

But Wenyan only had two hands. The lamps were going out too quickly; she had no time to find her unnumbered lamp among so many!

Gradually, fewer and fewer lamps remained on the tree. Standing in the shallow water proved pointless.

Wenyan simply took off her coat and jumped into the lake.

She thought the water would be shallow since it was near the shore.

But to her surprise, there was a huge vortex hidden under the water, constantly absorbing.

Absorbing water, absorbing light.

What astonished Wenyan was that the passage of time at the bottom of the lake seemed much slower than what she had seen above.

The lights on the tree were no longer going out en masse but one after another.

This left Wenyan with relatively more time.

Finally, when there were a little over nine hundred lamps left, the unnumbered lamp she was searching for finally appeared.

Wenyan excitedly snatched the lamp.

In an instant, the passage of time at the bottom of the lake returned to normal, the flow of water in the vortex sped up, and she, along with the lamp, was sucked in.

Despite the darkness before her eyes, the familiar sound of wind chimes rang in her ears.

How long had passed was unclear, but suddenly a voice mixed into the chimes.

"Number nine hundred thirteen, the nine hundred thirteenth lamp. Wenyan, in my lifetime, will I ever see you again?"

Wenyan recognized it as Shen Jingxiu’s voice, crystal clear.

Although she couldn’t see anything at the moment, that did not stop her from thinking.

Number nine hundred thirteen meant it had been less than three years since he started hanging lamps.

This time, she had returned to their timeline three years later, not fifty!

Yet her eyes just wouldn’t open.

Moreover, the numbers in her ears kept changing.

"The nine hundred fourteenth lamp."

"The nine hundred fifteenth lamp."

"..."

"The nine hundred thirtieth lamp."

"Aaahhh!" Wenyan couldn’t take it anymore; she yelled out loud, "To hell with the nine hundred thirtieth lamp, go as far as you can!"

Amidst the dense foliage, along with her outcry, a lamp also fell.

It landed squarely on the head of Shen Jingxiu, who was about to turn and leave.

To say it didn’t hurt would be a lie.

But that was Wenyan’s voice!

So Shen Jingxiu did not feel the pain at all and instinctively looked up.

Today’s sunlight was not dazzling, especially with such a lush tree to shield it.

But the moment he looked up, two streams of tears slid from Shen Jingxiu’s eyes.

"Wenyan?"

He couldn’t believe it.

A woman who bore a striking resemblance to the original Wenyan fell from the sky.

They even shared the same voice.

"Uh... hi, big brother, got caught on a tree branch, can you help me out?"

Indeed, Wenyan had fallen from the sky and got caught on a tree branch.

She waved at Shen Jingxiu, initially smiling, then she couldn’t help crying, and it turned into a mix of laughter and tears.

Shen Jingxiu’s heart thudded wildly, almost leaping out of his chest. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Nearly three years had passed.

After her consciousness left, Research Institute No. 46 began to collapse.

Everyone said the gateway between the two worlds had closed, and she would not return.

But he still harbored a sliver of fantasy in his heart.

He planted a big tree over the ruins of Pit No. 46.

Every day he came here to hang a Wind Chime Lamp that would glow at night.

He never set foot outside this land.

On the nine hundred thirtieth day, he finally experienced their reunion.

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Shen Jingxiu rescued Wenyan from the tree.

When he hugged her, Wenyan felt his heartbeat pounding.

The truth was, so was hers.

It all seemed too surreal to her.

Like a dream.

Two dreams in quick succession.

She even couldn’t help asking, "How old are you this year?"

"Thirty-two."