As Xing Jiuan listened to this, she almost cried.
In an instant, all the grievances she felt seemed to have found their release.
Master was like a father to her.
No matter how strong a person was, they would still feel wronged and saddened.
Xing Jiuan leaned over and carefully curled her body up. She sat beside her master, and on her other side was her tombstone.
"I thought I'd taught you well. Confidence, strength, invincibility…
"Little 21st, I was wrong. I forgot… you're still a child."
She had been pampered to the heavens. But in the blink of an eye, she had gone from heaven to hell. They shouldn't have forced her.
After breaking ties, he did not look for her again. He did not how much she had suffered.
She was supposed to be a fortunate woman. She should have enjoyed supreme glory and shone brilliantly…
In the end, when they were tidying up her body, they'd discovered that her body had already deteriorated. It seemed healthy, but it was actually broken.
Even if she took care of it well, she might not have lived to thirty years old.
How much have they missed?
In just one year, they had lost the most important person in their lives.
"Little 21st, don't be afraid. Master will not abandon you. From now on, Master will stay here with you, okay?" Master touched the cold tombstone gently. "You will never be abandoned."
Xing Jiuan pursed her lips and looked at her master. His eyes were very red, but he was smiling.
She felt like hugging her master. But after thinking about it, she still did not move.
She'd heard that ghosts could not get too close to humans.
However, Master seemed to have seen her. His eyes seemed to have seen Xing Jiuan's eyes through the emptiness.
Xing Jiuan's gaze trembled.
At this moment, some people arrived at the manor.
Xing Jiuan's tombstone was indoors, but that was not entirely the case.
This place could be opened anytime, but it could also become a house.
It was a very special design that was created by one of Xing Jiuan's senior brothers.
He could not let Little Junior Sister experience any more storms.
A small tombstone was being protected by them like a flower in a greenhouse.
The dense crowd suddenly dispersed as if someone had arrived.
Xing Jiuan didn't know who it was and looked over curiously.
Then, she widened her eyes in surprise.
It was Lu Zhichen.
However, they clearly had no association with each other in her previous life!
Lu Zhichen walked over with a black umbrella. He was wearing a black suit and a white silk flower as well.
His clothes were a little wet, but he did not look pathetic at all.
He held a beautiful bouquet of white roses in his arms and a red string was tied around his wrist.
Xing Jiuan puffed her cheeks.
Why are you wearing red at someone's funeral?
Although she did not care about this, she was still a little dissatisfied.
Perhaps it was because Lu Zhichen was too different from others.
Lu Zhichen walked over and greeted her master. Then, he placed the white roses down solemnly and said in a hoarse voice, "Little 21st, Brother Jiunan is here to see you."
Xing Jiuan was extremely surprised, recalling the dream from before.
"You and she are not fated. Lu Zhichen, don't cling to the past." Master did not look at Lu Zhichen as he said this.
Lu Zhichen thought about it and reached out to show her master the red string on his wrist. "No. Fate has always been with us."
Master did not know what to say. His lips moved, but he still did not say anything.
Lu Zhichen stayed there for a long time. However, Xing Jiuan suddenly realized that she did not know what they were talking about.. It was as if she could not hear anything.