Sister Aiyun lowered her head to look at the fingerprint, then raised her face, her breath fragrant, and whispered with slight blame:"Xiaofeng, why did you use so much strength?"
"I… I didn't mean to."
Suddenly, she smiled, grabbed Lin Feng's hand, and said playfully, "You're so bad, not gentle to women at all. I'll bite you—"
She pouted, opened her mouth, and bit down on his index finger.
A sharp pain surged through his fingertip.
Not a light pain, but real, intense pain…His vision swirled, everything turned dark.
In the dizziness, it felt as if another woman's voice was speaking, ethereal and distant…
Clenching his teeth, Lin Feng endured until the pain finally stopped.Opening his eyes, he looked at his finger—the fingertip was red, and the nail… oh heavens! The nail of his index finger had turned golden!
Then he looked at Sister Aiyun.She had collapsed onto the floor, already unconscious.
"Sister Aiyun!" Lin Feng cried softly.
Without time to think, he crouched down, grabbed her wrist, and felt her pulse.
The pulse was strange—yin and yang in disorder, meridians chaotic, with faint traces of sickness.Such a pulse had never been seen before.
Was it because of his finger just now? Did he accidentally seal her death point?Or because she bit his finger, her body was also struck by some force?Or… was it the mysterious fingerprint?
Thinking this, he tugged lightly at her clothes.Fortunately, the buttons were already undone. Pulling her collar aside, he saw her abdomen.
The red fingerprint below her navel was even brighter than before, standing out like a rose in the snow under the afternoon sunlight shining through the window.
It looked like this fingerprint was the source of her trouble!
Untying the knot must be done by the one who tied it. Since his finger knocked her out, perhaps using it again would wake her.
So he pointed his golden finger and pressed gently on the mark.The fingerprint slowly faded away!
Checking her pulse again, it was normal.Lin Feng let out a long breath of relief.
Just as he was about to cover her again, he remembered—didn't she say her stomach felt unwell? Should he take this chance to examine her properly? If there was a problem, she needed to go to the hospital quickly.
Such a perfect woman, still so young—if she really had an illness, it would be a pity.
He pressed and rubbed across her abdomen, carefully examining every inch of skin.Aside from an extraordinary softness, he found no abnormality.
Good, no illness.
With that thought, he reached to button her clothes.
Just then, Sister Aiyun suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.Lin Feng stiffened, trying to break free, but her grip was strong.
"Don't, Sister Aiyun—" he managed to cry, but she pulled him close, his face pressed against her chest.
Her eyes remained closed, yet her voice, strange and dreamy, spoke:"Xiaofeng… a thousand years have passed, and now we are together again…""Xiaofeng, Aiyun was your 'Senior Sister' in the past life, and in this life, she is your woman…""Xiaofeng, don't despise your 'Senior Sister'. Though I was married, I've never lost my purity. Your Senior Sister is still a chaste maiden…"
Lin Feng was completely stunned."Senior Sister"? Again?She said she was his Senior Sister!
Was it a joke, or sleep-talking?Surely, in her coma, she was hallucinating.
But hallucination or not, he couldn't take advantage of her!
With effort, he raised his head from her soft embrace and patted her arm."Sister Aiyun, wake up…"
Slowly, she loosened her arms and opened her eyes, blinking at him.
She reached out, touched his cheek gently, and murmured:"Xiaofeng, did I just… say something?""No, nothing.""Xiaofeng, I have something in my heart. Will you hear it?""Sister Aiyun, go ahead.""I've held this in for nearly a year. Finally, today, alone with you, I must say it…""Please, say it.""Xiaofeng, from the first time I saw you in Jiangzuo Village, you were in my heart. I often thought, a woman's life is complete only if she marries a man like you…"
"Don't say that, Sister Aiyun." Lin Feng gave a bitter smile. "I'm useless. After graduating, I can't even get a proper job. I worked as a nursing aide, and was even cheated… Besides, who knows if Brother Qiangsheng might return one day?"
At his words, her face dimmed slightly.
She pushed him away, sat up, looked down at her clothes, and suddenly laughed softly. "Idiot!"
It turned out Lin Feng had buttoned them wrong in his nervousness.
"Sister-in-law, I didn't do anything!" he explained quickly."I didn't ask you to explain." She shot him a glance, redid the buttons, then stretched out her hand. "Help me up."
Lin Feng pulled her up. She walked to the door, unlatched it, and stepped outside.
He let out a long sigh. Inviting a goddess was easy, sending her away was hard—but she finally left.
Yet suddenly, she turned back at the doorway, half her body leaning in, and said fiercely:"Xiaofeng, I swear—whether you have other women, whether I deserve you or not, whether Qiangsheng lives or dies, I will always be your woman!"
With that, she slammed the door and left.
Lin Feng stood there for a long time, his mind in chaos.
Was he lucky? Or cursed?But no matter what, Sister Aiyun was a rare beauty—marrying her would be fortune earned in a past life!
He slapped his head. Stop thinking nonsense. She isn't for you.
Sitting back down, he stared at the golden finger, uneasy.What did this strange event mean? Was it fate signaling his end—or a turn of fortune?
As he stared, his golden finger began to itch.He scratched, but the itch persisted.
Annoyed, he jabbed it at the desk—
Heaven!Half the finger sank into the wooden surface!
"Damn!" He cursed, then jabbed at the brick wall—
The golden finger pierced straight into the wall!
"Holy crap!" Lin Feng leapt up, rushed outside, and thrust his finger at an abandoned iron plow.
Bang!
Sparks flew.
The iron plow snapped in two!
Cutting iron like mud! Just like the legendary swords of ancient tales.
If this finger pierced the hospital director's chest… how satisfying would that be!
As for the dynamite? Better keep it for himself.
Just as he was excited, his phone rang.
It was his superior, Head Nurse Jiang Yan.
"Lin Feng, where are you?" Her voice was gentle."I just returned to my hometown. Sister Yan, do you need me?""Tomorrow's Monday. Are you coming back?""Of course."
He had to return. After all, who else would jab a hole in the director's chest?
"Then come to my dorm during lunch break tomorrow. I need to talk to you.""Alright."
The next day at noon, Lin Feng knocked on Jiang Yan's door.
The room was warm. She wore only a fitted sweater, her curves alluring.The faint fragrance around her made his heart restless, his tongue clumsy."Sister Yan, y-you were looking for me—"
"Of course I was!" Her eyes shimmered with tears. "Why did you only eat steamed buns and pickles after donating blood yesterday?"
Lin Feng smiled bitterly. What else could he eat? Lobster? Did he look like the type?
"It's nothing," he shrugged, pretending to be relaxed.
Jiang Yan turned, stirred a cup of milk with maple sugar, and handed it to him."Drink. You donated 500 milliliters of blood to Lin Qingyan. You must replenish yourself!"
The sweet aroma made him swallow.
"Sit and drink slowly." She pressed his shoulder gently.
He sipped. Sweet and fragrant.His first time drinking milk—delicious!
Grateful, he quickly finished it.Putting the cup down, he scratched his head."Sister Yan, I must have looked awful, right?""Not very graceful," she teased, wiping his mouth with a tissue. "No one's fighting you for it. Why drink so fast?"
She pointed to the corner. "I bought a whole box for you. Take it later."
Before he could refuse, a call came from outside:"Head Nurse Liu, Lin Qingyan's condition has worsened. The ward is calling for you!"
"Alright, I'll come right away!"
She quickly put on her coat, then hugged Lin Feng tightly, whispering into his ear:"Tomorrow's your day off. I'll treat you to a feast. Whatever difficulties you have, tell me. I'll help you."
His chest pressed into her soft warmth, the fragrance dizzying.Her embrace was too warm, too gentle.
Unconsciously, he wrapped his arms around her slim waist.
Perfect.She was perfect.
Impulsively, he kissed her forehead.
Her face turned red. She gently pushed him away."I'll go first. Eat some fruit and rest before your shift."
She left gracefully.
Watching her figure, Lin Feng touched the dynamite still tied at his waist. Doubts filled his mind.If he died like this, wouldn't it be a pity? His parents would grieve. Sister Yan would grieve…
After a moment's thought, he went to the bathroom, dumped the dynamite into the toilet, and flushed it away.