Hearing the sound, Chu Xiao followed Wu Yue's gaze. One glance sent chills down his spine. His eyes were filled with that eerie smile on her red lips.
Why should I be responsible for other people's unfortunate lives? What does it have to do with me? I had a bright future, a bright future... The people I loved and admired were waiting for me, but in the end? What was my fate?
'Sha Xiaoyan' stood up straight, her eyes on the mask narrowed, causing every bit of black, red, and white paint to clump together, creating an eerie and chilling effect.
Wu Yue has always preferred action to words, and being a confidante is not her style. She thought she would first restrain Liao Hanhe and make him unable to move, and then slowly let the police officer teach him a lesson.
"Stay put." As if sensing what Wu Yue was about to do, Yan Chiyu pressed down on her arm and said softly.
The girl nodded, then lowered her raised hand back to her side, the golden light in her palm dissipating.
With a wave of his hand, Yan Chiyu projected a photograph onto the half-old wall directly opposite the stage.
"Ya...Ru?"
Sha Xiaoyan was stunned, clearly not expecting the young man to have this photo.
"Yan Yaru is my aunt..." The young man carefully chose his words, his tone gentle yet meaningful: "Grandma, Mr. Liao, the past is gone with the wind. You shouldn't cling to it anymore. The murderer who killed you will receive his due punishment in the underworld. Wandering in the mortal world will not only prevent you from being reincarnated, but will also deplete your good fortune, and you might even vanish into nothingness. Since you love my grandma, why not try to be reincarnated and be reborn by her side in your next life?"
Wu Yue and Chu Xiao were both quite shocked.
When had they ever seen Yan Chiyu speak to a ghost with such gentleness and patience?!
No... never...
It would be a lie to say I wasn't surprised, because he completely ignored his female fans, keeping them at arm's length with a cold expression.
During the last incident involving Sun Yingning, he barely spoke a few words to her.
Could it be that Mr. Liao Hanhe really has some kind of relationship with his aunt that they don't know about? The kind of relationship that almost turned into that of his uncle-in-law?
"What's the point of reincarnation! It's useless!" 'Sha Xiaoyan's' neck turned like a rusty machine, her indistinct eyes shooting out a cold, resentful light: "I advise you to mind your own business. I've finally found a woman whose birth time is the same as mine. As long as I can use her, I will be reborn! You can't stop me!"
Wu Yue blinked in confusion, "Reborn as a woman? Is this what you wanted?"
"I don't care!"
A melodious voice, as sweet as an orchid in a secluded valley, came from not far away, angrily interrupting 'Sha Xiaoyan'.
"What do you mean by 'managing' or 'not managing'? Liao Han and you were both confused in life, how come you've become even more confused after death!"
"..."
An expression of disbelief appeared on the masked face.
Liao Hanhe's original voice, scorched by fire, was hoarse and unpleasant. He longed to call out to Shen Yaru with that familiar voice, but he dared not; he felt inferior.
He had expected that what appeared before him would be the soul he had been longing for, or at the very least, an old man with white hair and skin as wrinkled as withered tree bark.
But then, the woman from his memory appeared before him, looking even younger and more alluring than he remembered, her steps graceful and her expression carefree.
Just like when we first met, she was the eldest daughter of the Yan family, a noble lady.
'Sha Xiaoyan' unconsciously stepped back, a look of panic appearing on her mask.
"stop!"
Yan Yaru coldly shouted, "Liao Hanhe, you just wait there for me."
The woman wore a dark-colored cheongsam with cloud patterns and high heels. Each step she took felt like a soft, painful touch on Liao Han's heart.
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