Chapter 1611 Without the Box, I Will Die

Yijun smiled softly and sat down next to Song Lingling without saying anything.

A masculine aura hit her, and Song Lingling felt uncomfortable and moved her butt, farther away from him.

She turned sideways and looked at Yijun with disgust in her eyes: "Please don't pester me, okay?"

"That iron box of yours is mine." Yijun tilted his head, his posture very elegant.

"Yours?" Song Lingling thought this was funny, but she couldn't laugh.

That box had been with her for twelve years, and he actually ran out and told her it was his?

He had been eyeing her box from the beginning, and now he said it was his. This man was so shameless!

Yijun nodded slightly and looked at Song Lingling calmly: "Yes, mine."

"You are really nervous. One moment you say you spend money to buy it, and the next moment you say it is yours."

"Twelve years ago, you picked it up near the Martyrs Cemetery, right?"

Song Lingling was startled and looked at Yijun in surprise.

Yijun sat upright, turned his face sideways, and looked at her.

His dark eyes are like magic, able to make people sink and become addicted to them.

"You...how did you know?"

"Of course I know when and where my things were lost."

"But...but..." Song Lingling suddenly felt that she had no confidence.

If you pick up other people's things, you have to give them back, right?

But that was the only gift her mother gave her in her life!

Moreover, she had the box with her, and her health was indeed much better.

The box seemed to ward off evil spirits, and she had fewer nightmares.

He is going back, what should she do if she has nightmares like she did when she was a child?

Song Lingling is still frightened when she thinks of the nightmare she had when she was a child. It was a dream that was so terrifying that she couldn't sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, those dreams would appear, and she would keep falling into the abyss, no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

She sat up in a daze in the middle of the night because of such dreams countless times...

Her mother and grandmother asked her what was going on, but she couldn't describe it.

Why does she always have the same nightmare?

Why do I feel like I will fall into an abyss when I close my eyes?

Even doctors couldn't detect these problems when she was only five years old.

A five-year-old child is innocent and can sleep for a long time, but she is not. She will be scared awake as soon as she falls asleep...

There was one time that was even scarier.

That night the moonlight was dim and shone in through the window.

She didn't know if it was a dream or reality. She opened her eyes and saw a boy of her own age standing in front of the hazy bed.

Through a layer of white mosquito net, the boy's appearance could not be clearly seen, but he could see his outline, round face, and very short hair.

They stared at each other through the mosquito net for a long time...

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She was so scared that she could only close her eyes and not look at the other person.

After closing her eyes, her mind began to blur and she entered another dreamland.

She dreamed that her grandpa was sitting in her room smoking. He was smoking a hookah made of bamboo tubes. When he smoked, the water in the bamboo tube would roll and make a gurgling sound...

Hearing this sound, she kept trying to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, her eyes just couldn't open, and her limbs seemed to be bound, unable to move. Then, she entered another dreamland. She dreamed of many things. Grave, there are many snakes crawling around on the grave...

When she woke up, she was sick with a fever...

I had such dreams one after another later on.

Since I got the box, these nightmares have gradually disappeared.

Even her mother and grandmother thought she was haunted by a ghost.

Of course, they also believed that the box was to ward off evil spirits and she needed to carry it with her.

Since getting the box, she has not been sick since she was eight years old.

Doctors say that colds and fevers are caused by changes in the immune system as the body grows older. They are normal and can be cured by taking some medicine.

In short, no matter whose box it is, it belongs to Song Lingling now!

She promised her mother that no matter what happened in the future, she would live well.

My mother didn't want to die, but she was sick. If Song Kaiming hadn't forced her to marry that Zhang Hao, her mother wouldn't have died so quickly.

She wants to live with her mother's vision and desire for life!

She would never leave the box in anyone's hands!

She didn't want to live in that fearful dream anymore!

Thinking of this, Song Lingling felt more confident. She looked at Yijun stubbornly: "The box is my life. If you want to take it back, kill me! Otherwise, I won't give it to you. Pick it up on the ground." You can't get it back even if you ask the heavens and the earth. Have you heard this sentence? Why was it picked up by me? Isn't it because you didn't cherish it enough and let it get lost? It followed me for twelve years. It’s been years and I haven’t lost it even a day!”

Yijun didn't want to lose it, wasn't it because of his father?

Yijun looked at Song Lingling seriously: "What if I really redeem it for 20 million?"

Twenty million?

Song Lingling looked at Yijun's serious expression and almost believed him.

But so what if it’s twenty million?

Song Lingling's expression became gloomy. She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her sadness: "Twenty million can buy my freedom... But if I gain freedom, I may die..."

Yijun raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"

Song Lingling raised her head and looked at Yijun with a more serious expression than before: "Without the box to protect me, I will die!"

When Yijun heard this, his heart was shocked.

Looking into Song Lingling's eyes, something was surging.

Song Lingling stood up: "I'm going back to the classroom."

After saying that, she strode away.

Looking at her petite back, Yijun's mind was filled with her words, "Without the box to protect me, I will die."

The iron box protected his father's soul, allowing him to be reborn into Gerry's body and survive.

Could it be...

This Song Lingling's soul is also protected by an iron box?

Without it, she would lose her mind?

It’s so scary! It’s fantasy!

Yijun couldn't digest Song Lingling's words for a long time, so he had to call Gerry and explain the situation to him.

Gerry: "It's not fantasy, I'm a living example."

If you told him that his uncle and auntie were really dead and came back to life, would he be frightened?

Yijun: "What should I do? Dad, I want that iron box back."

Gerry: "You can't bear to let a little girl lose her life because of this?"

Yijun: "I just couldn't bear to call you."

Gerry: "Boy, I don't want to see her lose her life, but I also want to get the iron box back. There is only one way."

Yijun's eyes lit up and he asked, "What can I do?"

Gerry: "Let the iron box become joint property of husband and wife, and you can own it at the same time."

Yijun: "..."

What kind of embarrassing method is this?

He doesn't like Song Lingling at all!