That night, Xiao Qingyin's soul traveled back to her past life once again.
Grandpa and Grandma went back to their suburban estate, Dad and Mom went sea fishing with their old friends, and my eldest and second eldest brothers and their wives went to their respective companies or workplaces. Only my third brother was at home.
Third Brother is an artist. Right now, he's in his home studio, cutting up a huge pile of colorful paper to make thermal underwear for mannequins.
I worked on it for a whole day, making more than a dozen sets, in all sorts of styles.
They are all very fashionable and avant-garde.
It would be perfect for the latest season's fashion show.
After finishing, he folded the clothes one by one, put them into a cardboard box, stretched, and muttered to himself:
"These should be enough for the fourth brother to brag about in the underworld..."
It turns out it was made for her.
Xiao Qingyin's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Xiao Qingye was only two years older than her. They had been playing together since they were little. Like most siblings of similar age, they would argue and fight within five minutes of getting together.
Of course, after crying and making a fuss, they'll be playing together again in less than two minutes.
Although they didn't get along at home, Xiao Qingye was very protective of her when they were out in public.
If anyone dares to bully her, he'll definitely settle the score with them.
She wanted to study medicine, but everyone else in her family thought it was too hard and initially disapproved. Only Xiao Qingye fully supported her.
"If the fourth child wants to study medicine, let her study it. If she can't keep it up in the future, she can always switch to another field."
However, he also strongly disapproved of her – he always complained that she dressed too simply and didn't look like a rich heiress at all.
So I often design clothes for her myself.
But she's either in the operating room or on her way to the operating room, so she never has the chance to wear his fashionable and avant-garde clothes.
He has muttered to himself countless times about this.
Even now that she's gone, he still remembers making clothes for her.
"Really..." she wiped her eyes, "Why bother making so many clothes? I wouldn't even receive them if they were burned."
A tear dripped from her fingertip, falling onto the paper clothes in the box with a soft "plop," before seeping into the clothes and forming a water droplet stain.
She paused slightly.
Isn't she supposed to be some kind of ghost? How come her tears are wetting her clothes?
Could this not be her past life, but a dream?
Xiao Qingye was also stunned.
He glanced down at the water stains on his clothes, then looked up at the roof, a look of confusion in his eyes: "The roof isn't leaking, so where did the water come from?"
After saying that, he touched his forehead with his hand.
The weather was pleasantly cool, and sewing clothes was effortless; not a single bead of sweat appeared on my forehead.
Looking at the water glass again, it was empty.
It is completely inexplicable why a drop of water would appear out of thin air.
If it were the eldest or second eldest brother, they probably wouldn't have taken this drop of water seriously.
Xiao Qingye, however, was an unreliable person. After discovering that this matter could not be explained by physics, he immediately switched to metaphysics.
"Fourth brother, are you here? This is your saliva, isn't it?"
Xiao Qingyin: "..."
There's a reason why she and this person have a good relationship but still fight frequently!
She gets uncomfortable if this person doesn't make sarcastic remarks.
She gritted her teeth and said, "This isn't saliva, it's foot-washing water!"
But the sound did not spread.
Xiao Qingye couldn't hear anything.
He stared at the empty space for a while, then slumped down in the chair behind him, looking lost and dejected.
"Fourth brother, you've been gone for so long, not even in a dream. I don't even have anyone to bicker with anymore."
Xiao Qingyin: "..."
So she's just a tool for bickering.
She died and they wouldn't even let her hear anything good. That person is so annoying.
She woke up in a fit of anger.
When she opened her eyes and saw a handsome face with slightly dark circles under his eyes, she was stunned.
"You didn't sleep all night, did you?"
Yi Shuihan held her close and asked in a deep voice, "You went back again last night? What happened?"
"Yeah, I went back. Nothing happened, I just got angry with my third brother."
"You two don't get along?"
"No, you could say we have a love-hate relationship."
Xiao Qingyin told Yi Shuihan about Xiao Qingye making clothes for her, but to avoid Yi Shuihan overthinking, she didn't mention the tears.
Even so, Yi Shuihan was still somewhat uneasy.
"If you put it back on as soon as you go to sleep, won't you feel sleepy?"
Xiao Qingyin shook her head: "I'm not sleepy. It feels like I just took a nap. Maybe I didn't go back at all, it was just a dream."
Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why her tears could drip onto the paper, but her voice couldn't reach Xiao Qingye's ears.
As for the senior monk, he may have just been pretending to be profound when he said she wasn't here.
Yi Shuihan felt somewhat relieved.
He didn't sleep last night, he kept watching her, worried that she was changing clothes so much that she didn't have time to rest and that it would harm her health.
Since she feels good, she should be alright.
However, he frowned: "Does this mean you'll be shuttling between the two places from now on?"
Her ability to travel between worlds must be due to the dzi bead, but the dzi bead is related to her soul and cannot be taken off casually. Even if he wanted to stop her from traveling back and forth, he couldn't.
Xiao Qingyin is also considering this issue.
"It's probably just temporary," she reassured her. "Maybe it won't be like this in a few days."
Yi Shuihan nodded.
"I'm going to court now."
Xiao Qingyin looked at the bloodshot eyes and said with heartache, "Don't you want to rest for a bit?"
"Take a break at noon."
After saying this, he went to court.
Xiao Qingyin spent half a day playing with Xiao Yunxi and Xiao Nangui in the manor, her mind constantly replaying the memory of that tear, unable to let it go.
Before Yi Shuihan returned to his residence, she went to see the senior monk and told him about it.
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