My Wife Is A Seer

Helena lied in bed, unconscious.

Matthew, Kate and Jasper gathered around her.

Jasper had gotten used to her sudden symptoms and was not as worried as before. Matthew was still at her wits’ end, unable to find the cause of her coma. Kate used four techniques, but could not enter her dream world.

“She’s very guarded.”

Defensive people were insecure, suggesting that she had been badly hurt in the dream world.

Kate changed tactics again and had Jasper come up to her ear to speak, “You tell her that you are Jasper.”

Jasper lay on the edge of the pillow and said over and over again, “Helena, I’m Jasper. Do you remember me? I’m Jasper.”

Helena’s guarded consciousness slowly relaxed and her fingers turned soft from a tense state. Kate held her hand and massaged it gently, finding the right moment to control her consciousness again, “Helena, tell me, where are you now?”

Helena stood in the dream world and looked around, a strange and illusory place in front of her: “I don’t know what this place is. I can only see a thin layer of outline.”

“What do you mean by a thin layer of outline?”

“It’s like, I’m outside and they’re inside, with a veil between us. I can see someone inside, but I can’t see what they look like, I can only see their general outline, same with the house buildings.”

“Walk over.”

“I can’t, it stays the same distance either way.”

“Look up and see what’s up there?”

Helena lifted her head to look upwards, and she was shocked. Her pupils tightened and her body then became rigid.

Kate understood and immediately asked, “What did you see? What’s up there?”

Helena’s tone was faint: “An eagle, a black eagle. It is very big, hovering above my head.”

It was soaring.

It was hissing.

She could clearly hear it barking.

She lifted her hand and the eagle landed on her arm, its sharp eyes looking at her.

Kate got it, “Is there a cheetah.” It was William’s painting. Her coma was related to William’s painting. Kate had found the cause of the illness.

Helena turned around, the scene around him changed, not the blurred background just now, as if she came to a playground, could not see clearly but could hear the neat and tidy running sound.

“No ……”

Before she could finish her words, the eagle on her arm suddenly spread its wings and took off in the exact same motion as William’s painting.

Immediately afterwards, a cheetah dashed out, running in the exact same position as William’s painting.

One was soaring, one was darting.

She was dumbfounded and couldn’t go back to her sense for a long time: why was it exactly the same as William’s painting? Why?

The light around her slowly dimmed, the flying eagle and the cheetah disappeared, and it was so dark that she couldn’t see her fingers. The sound of running next to her ears turned to walking, the sound of Jasper’s voice coming from ahead, and she was back in the dark dream that she had been unable to break out of.

“Helena, have you seen the cheetah?”

Helena did not speak.

“Helena, tell me, where are you now?”

Helena still didn’t speak, as if she had lost contact. Kate felt bad and told Jasper to call her.

Jasper came up to her ear, his tone urgent: “Helena, can you hear me? It’s me! Jasper! Helena! It’s me, Jasper ……” Jasper’s voice pierced through the dream world from reality.

Helena heard his voice and at the same time there was a flash of light before her eyes as a background flashed past her. Again, almost simultaneously, a tremendous force ejected her from the dream world. She woke up abruptly and looked at the ceiling with open eyes.

She saw it.

She finally saw it.

It was just a flash, though. Though she didn’t see exactly where it was, she had a rough idea.

It was the aisle of a building block.

The aisle was very deep.

The walls of the aisle were white tiled.

The tiles were so bright they shine. There was a sign posted above and a very strange red mark.

Jasper came from the front with a group of people, and he was talking as he walked. He was wearing a black suit and black leather shoes, holding a mobile phone in his left hand. The person beside him seemed to be Joey.

There was a stinging pain coming from her face and Jasper’s voice: “Helena, look at me, look at me.”

Helena followed the voice and looked over.

His features were demonic, his bearing unearthly, his black eyes unfathomable and revealing an unconcealed anxiety. She felt guilty that she had always worried him since she had been with him, that she had ruined a good tour, that she could not make her at ease in the competition.

“Tell me, who am I?”

“You are Jasper.”

“Who is Jasper to you?”

“What do you want to hear? I am not going to tell you! I am not going to tell you that he is my husband.”

Jasper finally laughed and dotingly pinched her face, “I want you to be like this every day, with no illnesses.”

Helena raised her hand and tried to cup his face.

Matthew coughed, “Can you guys show off your love when we’re gone? We’ll be embarrassed if you guys do that!”

Only then did Helena realize that they were also there, she withdrew her hand and sat up from the bed, “Fine, fine, I’ll take care of you, a single man.” Then she looked at Kate and asked, “He is single, don’t his parents even urge him to get married?”

Matthew got anxious: “Helena, watch your mouth!”

Kate laughed, “His mother is urging him to get married every day, and he’s afraid to go home now. I’ll tell his mother to press harder.”

Matthew looked at Helena angrily.

Helena made a face at him.

Jasper rubbed her hair dotingly and was shocked to find that her forehead was no longer hot, “Her fever has gone! Her fever has gone!”

Matthew was stunned and took her temperature: 36. 5.

Her fever had really gone down!

How?

Matthew was confused, and Kate asked Helena, “Do you remember what dream you just had?”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Helena looked confused, “Did I just have another dream?” No, no, since they asked, it must be because she had said something in her dream. She tried to remember, she couldn’t recall any other dreams except the last black dream and a flashing scene.

Could this be the dream?

She had a fever because she couldn’t see the dream, and her fever subsided because she saw a scene from the dream. Just as she was about to say something, Kate handed over two more drawings, one of a flying eagle and one of a cheetah: “Did you dream of them?”

Helena was confused: “Isn’t this William’s painting? Why did I dream of his painting?”