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.
