If there's a next life, I hope she can have a completely different one—healthy and happy at the very least.
"Silly Sister, I'm sorry, and thank you," Qiao Duo'er said earnestly.
She was sorry because she had taken over someone else's body, and grateful because the original self had given her the opportunity to experience happiness.
It was the original self's sacrifice that had made her present life with Tan Zhenghong possible.
Tan Zhenghong had also said sorry, because on the night of their wedding, for just a moment, he had despised her when she was covered in a mess of flour soup.
The incense burnt slowly, and the two people in front of the grave had countless emotions.
Fate really is a strange thing; it often turns everything upside down at some unknown moment.
Qiao Duo'er sat by the grave for a while, and only when the sun grew stronger did she and Tan Zhenghong descend the mountain together.
It was a long while after they'd left that Xuan San emerged from behind a tree.
