Chapter 87: A Dream of Her Past Life

Xing Jiuan saw that the young her was sticking to the young boy and was even calling out to him.

It was Brother Jiunan.

But… who was this Jiunan?

Xing Jiuan frowned in her dream, wanting to find the answer. However, how could she find it so easily?

She seemed to be in a predicament. She wanted to find a way out, but she could not.

Later, the dream realm gradually changed.

She had returned to her previous life.

Xing Jiuan was not someone who could let things go easily. Otherwise, to this day, she would not still be thought of as someone who had become a different person.

Mu Qing and the others had become more and more careful with her.

However, this time, she was not dreaming about her suffering. It was more like what happened after she died.

Xing Jiuan’s funeral was very grand, and many people came.

They wore black clothes and had white silk flowers on their chests.

Xing Jiuan seemed to be floating among them, witnessing their pain. However, no one could see her.

She was among them, but she was separated from them by life and death.

She wandered aimlessly. It was her funeral, and she was curious.

It was raining outside as if the sky was just pouring water down. It was heavy and oppressive.

The atmosphere was just like Xing Jiuan’s funeral.

Her funeral was held at her own villa.

It was on a mountain. Xing Jiuan had bought it, intending to let her master stay there during his retirement.

As she watched, she wondered if her master had come here to stay for a period of time in her previous life.

She moved forward slowly. There were many people attending her funeral, many of whom she did not know.

As she listened to their names being mentioned, she recalled their identities.

The center was just ahead.

She took a deep breath and walked over.

Senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers, and junior sisters knelt in front of Xing Jiuan’s tombstone. They were obviously elites who were envied by everyone no matter where they went. However, they were dispirited as if they had suffered the greatest pain in the world and had lost all their glory.

Xing Jiuan saw Mu Qing in an instant.

She still felt a little sad.

Before she died, she did not hear her senior brother say a word of forgiveness.

She felt a little… indignant.

She leaned over carefully to look at Mu Qing. Senior Brother’s eyes were very red, as if he had not slept for a long time. His face was pale, gloomy, and depressed, as if he would collapse at any moment.

Xing Jiuan squatted beside Mu Qing. She knew that Mu Qing could not touch her or hear her voice, and he did not even know that she was here. However, she still carefully put some distance between them and spoke without making a sound.

“Senior Brother, I’m sorry.”

She was apologizing for all her willfulness.

Someone came from the manor.

Xing Jiuan’s ashes were to be buried in this manor. It had been arranged by her master.

Master was supposed to be in good health. He could even bring Xing Jiuan up the mountain and climb trees in his fifties, and he could easily subdue a fierce wolf…

But the current Master was old and tired. He seemed to have lost all his energy.

Xing Jiuan ran a few steps and stopped not far from her master. She immediately knelt on the ground. She had not repaid his kindness. She was unfilial.

When Master walked out, her senior brothers and sisters went up to help him.

Master waved his hand and refused to let them touch him.

He walked to Xing Jiuan’s tombstone and sat down slowly.

“What a stubborn person. I was only saying things out of anger. Did you really think that I didn’t want you anymore? You haven’t been home for so long and you didn’t come to look for me even after you’d been wronged…

“If you don’t say anything, who will know that you’ve suffered?”

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