When Ning's father and Fang Rong found Ning Zhaozhao, it was already the next day.

It was already broad daylight.

Ning Zhaozhao was wrapped in a blanket and curled up next to the tombstone, looking particularly pitiful.

Seeing Ning Zhaozhao like this, Fang Rong pursed her lips, reached out and picked Ning Zhaozhao up along with the blanket, her eyes filled with an indelible sorrow.

"Ah Sheng, I was wrong," Fang Rong murmured to herself.

If she hadn't deliberately guided Zhaozhao back then, things wouldn't be like this now.

When Zhao Zhao was thirteen and her heart was beginning to flutter with romantic feelings, the person she liked was still Hong Ze.

That day, she happily told her that she wanted to marry her brother.

It was she who didn't want to see her two children being pointed at and gossiped about in the future, so she told Ning Zhaozhao directly that her affection wasn't love, but simply familial affection.

"Mother, what is true love?"

Ning Zhaozhao asked with a curious expression.

"I'm not quite sure about this either. You'll understand when you see it in the future."

"Can't I really marry my brother?"

"You don't really love your brother. If you marry him, wouldn't you be holding him back?"

“That makes sense, then I can’t marry my brother.”

Although Ning Zhaozhao felt that there was something wrong with her mother's words, after all, her feelings for her brother were different from her feelings for Junjun, her mother would never harm her.

In an instant, she put that idea aside.

Later, he became even more infatuated with the handsome Yan Zhen.

Actually, to be honest, it's just that Yan Zhen's smile has a somewhat eerie resemblance to Ning Hong's.

Of course, Ning Zhaozhao only realized these things after losing Ning Hongze.

She loved her brother more than Yan Zhen.

But this feeling came too late.

"mother--"

Startled awake by the swaying sensation, Ning Zhaozhao abruptly opened her eyes.

I saw her mother.

She rubbed her red and swollen eyes, moved her body, and tried to get down and walk on her own.

"Zhaozhao, how are you feeling now?"

"Very bad."

Ning Zhaozhao shook her head. "I'm still feeling terrible, Mother. I don't want to go back. I just want to stay here. I want to be with my brother."

"Ning Zhaozhao?"

Fangrong rebuked angrily.

"Are you getting revenge on me? Because I wouldn't let you be with your brother, so you're getting revenge on me, aren't you?" Fangrong felt like her heart was breaking. "Mother regrets it too, but what's done is done. Hongze is gone. No matter how much you torture yourself, Hongze won't come back. Mother begs you, let go of all this and live a good life, okay?"

She saw Hongze last night, but judging from his appearance, it was clear that he was no longer human.

He must have been worried about Zhaozhao, which is why he came back to check on her.

If Zhaozhao is so heartbroken every day, when will he be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation again?

Fangrong wiped away her tears. "Zhaozhao, listen to your mother. I won't force you to get married, but we must live a good life from now on so that we can comfort Hongze's spirit in heaven."

"I never thought of taking revenge on Mother. From beginning to end, I never blamed Mother." If there was any mistake, it was only her own fault.

“But Mother, I saw my brother. He was right beside me. Although he wouldn’t come out to see me, I’m sure he was there. He’s been watching over me all along.”

Ning Zhaozhao wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

This quilt was given to me by my brother.

Whether he was alive or dead, he always took care of her in the same way.

“My brother loves me so much, he would never want to leave me. I will not leave him either, even if he becomes a ghost, I will stay with him.”

Ning Hong, hidden in the shadows, listened to Ning Zhaozhao's words, feeling both heartbroken and unbearable.

This is his Acha. When has he ever had the heart to let her suffer like this? He wants to hold her in the palm of his hand.

But--

He is a ghost now.

His palms were cold, so cold that they made one's whole body ache.

He sat beside her last night and watched her for most of the night.

Watching her yell and make a ruckus for most of the night.

Until the moon set and the stars faded, and dawn broke in the east, the morning star was already twinkling in the sky.

Ning Hong felt as if she were about to melt in the gradually increasing light, instantly turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing into the coffin.

It seems his cultivation level isn't high enough; he's still afraid of sunlight.

He should hide as soon as it gets light—

Duanmu Ling rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed.

What happened?

Why is he in this place?

This isn't his room.

"Young Master, are you awake?"

"——"

"Awake?" he called out to the outside, and people quickly walked in, all of them unfamiliar faces.

What exactly is going on with him?

Duanmu Ling quickly rushed to the bronze mirror and looked at the handsome and familiar face reflected in it. He was so horrified that his hair stood on end.

He quickly ran to the table, poured himself a glass of iced tea, and drank it down.

His muddled mind finally cleared up a little.

How did he become Duanmu Ling?

He is clearly Yan Zhen, so why does he have Duanmu Ling's face?

Tell me? Who am I?

"Young Master, why are you acting so strangely today? You are Duanmu Ling, the famous Young Master Duanmu in the city."

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