''Actually, I am beginning to believe what you've been saying but a lot of things don't add up. If we really had lived a life before this, then why are you the only one who remembers it?'' Xinye asked.
''Well… I don't know! Maybe, it's because I am the perpetrator?''
''Sis, you should get some sleep. As for the painting, maybe we should leave it for now. We don't have the answers. So, it's better to not look into it.'' Xinye patted Xiuying's shoulder before going out.
Xiuying walked to the painting and touched it. She turned it and looked at the people in it. ''How many haven't I seen yet? If everything is going to happen just as I feel it would, then, there must be someone known as the sage. The one who killed all of us…'' Xiuying muttered and turned the painting back to its position. When she turned to go, her finger pierced the edge of the painting and she hissed.
