After Being Watched by My Paranoid and Gloomy Deceased Wife - Chapter 6

Thinking of Guan Lan’s obvious rejection, I was a little worried.

Aside from Guan Lan, I don’t seem to know any other people from Lishan… Oh! Wait, there really is one.

That person even messaged me during the New Year!

It’s just that I didn’t reply.

Guan Lan said that this person failed to pursue me, then went after her, and their character was really too naive and low-class.

After reading the screenshots, I also felt this person was quite strange. They knew Guan Lan and I were good friends, yet they dared to turn their attention to Guan Lan after failing to pursue me.

The screenshots were all sent to me by Guan Lan, and the things this person said always made me feel something was off.

Or perhaps it was the incoherent, disjointed nature of the entire chat history that gave me this feeling?

Guan Lan is my best friend. She is so gentle and considerate that she would ensure the thermos always has warm water, even if you just got up at night for a drink.

Compared to a person I barely remember, I naturally choose to trust Guan Lan. After all, the guest room at my house is essentially Guan Lan’s exclusive room in Xizhao.

I still remember some of the crazy things this person said in the screenshots.

【Zhang Ruo’an: Lu Lu is good】 【Zhang Ruo’an: You should stay away from her】 【Zhang Ruo’an: What do you intend to do being by her side?!】 【Zhang Ruo’an: Guan Lan】 【Zhang Ruo’an: I like you】 【Zhang Ruo’an: Madwoman!!!】 【Zhang Ruo’an: What is love?】 【Zhang Ruo’an: I beg you, don’t do this】

Her words were strange and nonsensical. I couldn’t think of an adjective after reading them. Anyway, I just thought it was quite… something.

This person I don’t remember well seems to need a trip to the psychiatric hospital more than I do.

I thought about it, flipped through her朋友圈 (Friend Circle/Moments), and was surprised that after so long without contact, she hadn’t blocked or deleted me.

There didn’t seem to be any problems visible in the Moments.

I pulled all the way down to the bottom and read up, so the posts would be in chronological order.

Moments, as a personal external display window, can sometimes provide some useful information.

【Went to Spring City in March to enjoy the flowers, but the flowers I wanted to see hadn’t bloomed yet.】 【April 15th, prayed for them at a temple. If there is a next life, I hope they go smoothly.】 【The green meadow on Tianwai Mountain is still so beautiful, just like when we had a picnic together that year.】 【I really miss when we were in school. Everyone was doing so well back then.】 【She doesn’t remember anything, which is truly a good thing.】 【Witnessed an accident today. Why did nothing happen to me?】

I was a bit confused by this and felt that this person desperately needed a bed in the psychiatric ward.

【The crabapple flowers in the courtyard have bloomed. The friend who promised to appreciate them did not come. I guarded the courtyard alone all night, watching the flowers open and close.】

If one’s mental state is very abnormal, it’s normal for friends to be afraid to visit.

【My sister held a housewarming banquet. I didn’t go. If I hadn’t said that sentence back then, they…】 【I wish I were the one who died that year.】

Reading up to this point, her posts in Moments felt very oppressive, and her mindset was too negative.

I was thinking about whether to recommend that she go to Xizhao Sixth Hospital. I felt it was quite good when I went there before.

I didn’t have hallucinations back then. The doctor recommended I get good rest, spoke very gently, showed great respect, and didn’t insist on diagnosing me as sick when I wasn’t.

【The rain in June came very suddenly. I miss going to Xizhao to see her.】

Eh? I’m in Xizhao. Could she be coming to see me? After all, Guan Lan said she liked me before.

But on second thought, I felt this idea was too narcissistic.

Even if I have some good looks, I’m not attractive enough to make someone half-dead with infatuation.

I glanced at the shadow and felt melancholic.

Being alluring is better than being alluring to a ghost.

Forget it. I’ll make an appointment with the psychiatric department when I have time.

It’s just that everyone has some mental issues these days. Last time, I woke up at five in the morning before my alarm even rang just to wait to book an appointment.

Even then, it took a whole half-month of snatching slots before I succeeded.

Appointments at the psychiatric department are incredibly hard to get, harder than snatching promotional eggs at the supermarket early in the morning.

It’s clear that contemporary people are living under a lot of stress.

Considering the difficulty of getting up early, I feel my own issues haven’t reached that level yet.

The room light is too bright. I can only see a faint shadow, vaguely outlining a human shape.

This is great. It gives the self-deception-expert me more room to maneuver.

Not seeing it means it doesn’t exist. That’s what I originally thought, but the hallucination clearly wasn’t willing to let me go.

“Lu Lu, look at me.”

Okay, auditory hallucination confirmed.

I pinched my arm and saw a faint shadow on the pinched area.

My arm quickly turned red. My hand moved away, but the shadow didn’t follow.

But it’s fine. I will move my eyes away myself.

It’s just a mere hallucination. If I can’t do anything about it, can’t I do anything about myself?

My arm feels a little cold…

It’s like someone is blowing air onto the red area.

I quickly found the remote and turned off the air conditioner in the room.

I knew it. Xi Rong must have turned on the air conditioner in my room beforehand.

It’s off.

It’s still very cool.

It’s probably the residual cold from the air conditioner. The most important thing in life is to be open-minded.

I couldn’t help but look at my arm.

The redness was gone, but the shadow was still there.

This is the first time I’ve noticed that in such a bright light, a hand-shadow can avoid being magnified into a giant.

How slender these fingers are, and quite pretty.

It would be even better if it didn’t touch my arm. It’s really cold.

I was still thinking about the car accident, hesitating whether to ask Zhang Ruo’an about the situation.

My intuition told me that if I contacted her, I might get an answer.

After hesitating for most of the day, I still wanted to try to get some information from Xi Rong.

I couldn’t help it. I don’t really know Zhang Ruo’an well. Since she pursued me before, even though it definitely failed, if I actively sought her out to ask questions and ask for help…

Whether it works or not, it would be too unethical to handle things this way.

If I really did that, wouldn’t it be tantamount to exploiting her feelings for my own benefit?

However, just asking a question shouldn’t count as seeking benefit, should it?

Forget it, I’ll start with Xi Rong first.

So, I pulled up the quilt and burrowed inside, trying to use the quilt barrier to resist the hallucination.

It seemed to work a bit.

My arm was no longer cold. My long-lost body temperature returned.

If my temperature didn’t return soon, I was worried I would become a walking corpse, and upon waking up, people would assume I was dead and lying on a wooden board.

Typing is inconvenient under the quilt, so I chose to send Xi Rong a voice message.

[“Rong, there’s something I want to ask you.”]

Xi Rong, who was in the room next door, sent me a question mark.

[Xi Rong: ?]

Soon, Xi Rong also felt that text was inconvenient for her to express her desire to talk, so she sent me a long string of voice messages.

[“Madam Xin, do you have some unspeakable secret? Or does my room make you unwilling to step inside?”]

I do, but I can’t tell her.

Xi Rong’s combativeness and desire to fight were strong tonight. Seeing that I didn’t reply, she questioned me with a tone full of resentment.

[“You used to come to my room to share a quilt and chat until midnight. Now are you planning to knock on the wall and make me guess Morse code?”]

[“What can’t be discussed directly in my room? Why wait until I’m finished washing up to ask me on the phone?”]

Oh, the wall of my bedside cabinet is next to Xi Rong’s room. It’s actually possible to knock out Morse code through the wall.

[“What’s wrong? When did we become such an unseemly relationship? Are you having a secret affair with me?”]

Her resentment is so heavy today. Did she look at the company tax forms before bed?

I’m never good at comforting people, but I’m good at going along with the flow.

[“Oh, you know, for a relationship like ours, the most important thing is excitement~”]

[“Your wife doesn’t know I’m at your place, right?”]

I spoke with a feigned, affected tone. Xi Rong on the other side didn’t reply for a long time.

Just as I was secretly pleased that I might have successfully disgusted her, I felt a chill on my back.

Why?!

The barrier failed…

The coldness traveled down my spine. The wind familiarized itself with the space and drilled into the quilt, as if He and I were that close, or as if He had done this countless times.

Even if it’s a hallucination, that’s still very impolite.

I tugged at the corner of the quilt and tried to wrap myself up like a cocoon.

It wasn’t very successful. The wind inflated the quilt behind my back, and a chill spread across my chest, as if someone had reached out, going under my top, and embraced me.

But… the hand placement isn’t right, is it? Doing this is really presumptuous, hey!

In a trance, I heard someone quietly ask.

“Tell me, whose are you?”

Whose could I be?

Having been single since birth, if I’m not my own, whose could I be?

What age is this? There are no slaves in New Lan Country.

Hey, little hallucination, don’t be so possessive of a stranger’s right to personal freedom, okay?

“Are you sick?!”

Xi Rong’s voice reply arrived late, but it perfectly aligned with my state of mind.

I was about to throw off the quilt and sit up to reply to her, just to avoid lying down, which makes it easy to have chaotic dreams.

I suspect I might have fallen asleep just now, which is why I dreamed of things that violate common sense.

As soon as I sat up, the scene before my eyes changed.

It was no longer Xi Rong’s guest room, but the single apartment my family gave me when I first graduated.

It was an old apartment. I wouldn’t have lived there for so many years if it hadn’t been close to the school.

It had been rented out to others until I started university.

However, after my accident, I commissioned a real estate agent to sell it to cover the treatment costs before the lawsuit was won and the compensation was settled.

Xi Rong handled this. She repeatedly nagged me several times before the sale.

“Are you really going to sell it?”

“You used to like that apartment very much. You even said…”

I was confused, “That apartment was so dilapidated. Even though I renovated it, it’s an old neighborhood, and nothing is convenient there. Anyway, I have another apartment, so there’s no need to keep this one.”

“What else did I say?”

She stared at me blankly for a while, as if observing my expression and confirming my attitude, then shook her head and said it was nothing, she must have misremembered.

I was the one who was injured, yet they all looked dazed and out of sorts, as if they were the ones who hit their heads.

However, I don’t blame them. After experiencing a close call with death, everyone around me has been very anxious, always treating me like fragile crystal glass, as if I might become suicidal at any moment.

If the sky fell, I might only find it uncomfortable to bend over, but that it’s more convenient for me to lie down.

With my optimistic and open-minded attitude, even if everyone in the world were depressed, I couldn’t possibly be.