"Didn't Master always want to be with Villa Master Lin? Why not go to him now to bury the hatchet?" A young girl couldn't help but whisper. "What good does it do to sit alone in misery?"
"Shut up!" An Ying suddenly shouted fiercely, "What do you know?!"
"A broken mirror, once shattered, is shattered. I, An Ying, am not so low as to stoop and pick it up. Let's end this matter here, no more talk of it."
"But Master…" Another girl wanted to say something else.
Cough, cough!
Suddenly, An Ying coughed violently, black blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, frightening her to the point that she dared not speak any further.
Constantly battling and getting injured without sufficient spiritual medicine for healing, the sequelae left from past years still had not healed. In this world, many things required a price to be paid.
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Xiao Lingling had passed away, and Spirit Heart Villa hung white silks for a hundred days in mourning.
