A thunderclap!
The loud noise startled everyone. Xu Zhuohua felt as if she had been struck by lightning, as if someone had grabbed her throat and held her underwater.
How can the dead come back to life?
How can the dead be brought back to life?
Why don't these people find it strange? Is she the only one who has memories of Liang Shaozun's death?
Dark clouds loomed overhead, and everyone in the courtyard quickly moved indoors. Xu Zhuohua stood under the kapok tree, her eyes glazed over.
The dark cloud was like the immense despair in her heart, completely enveloping her, making it hard for her to breathe, hear, or see.
Suddenly, something hit Xu Zhuohua's shoulder, startling her awake. She turned her head and saw a kapok flower rolling to the ground.
She paused for a moment, then bent down and squatted on the ground to pick up the heavy kapok flowers.
The fiery red petals resembled the blood on Liang Shaozun's body that day. Xu Zhuohua felt a chill run down her spine and was so frightened that she threw the kapok flower away.
The kapok flower rolled three times on the ground and stopped in front of a pair of leather shoes. Long, slender fingers picked up the kapok flower, and Xu Zhuohua looked up.
Behind Cheng Muyun was a noisy crowd, and golden light shone on the tips of his hair, as if he were coming with light.
"It's going to rain, let's go inside."
Her voice was very gentle.
Xu Zhuohua suddenly stood up, grabbed Cheng Muyun's hand, and asked anxiously, "You saw it, didn't you? You must have seen it!"
Cheng Muyun grasped Xu Zhuohua's icy hand. "What? What's wrong, Zhuohua?"
Xu Zhuohua desperately wanted to confirm, "Liang Shaozun is dead, isn't he? He was shot dead by Chen Hede, isn't he dead?"
Cheng Muyun put a hand on Xu Zhuohua's shoulder and said softly, "Yes, he's dead. I saw it, and I know it."
Xu Zhuohua breathed a sigh of relief, but also held her breath.
Now that Liang Shaozun is dead, who was that person just now?
Is it a ghost?
No, he was just greeting people; it's obvious everyone knows him.
"Who was that person just now? He looks exactly like Liang Shaozun!"
Cheng Muyun grasped Xu Zhuohua's shoulder. "Calm down, Zhuohua."
At this moment, Xu Zhuohua couldn't calm down at all. "Is he Liang Shaozun? Has he come back?"
A light rain began to fall, and Cheng Muyun pulled Xu Zhuohua under the eaves.
"Don't worry, Liang Shaozun is dead. This person today is from his own family. Director Liang missed his son dearly, so this person is just impersonating Liang Shaozun."
Upon hearing this, Xu Zhuohua finally calmed down, but a terrible thought suddenly occurred to her.
The person who looks exactly like Leung Siu-Chun is here to impersonate Leung Siu-Chun, meaning many guests don't know that. Could he become the real Leung Siu-Chun?
Will he become like Liang Shaozun in history?
Will Cheng Muyun follow Liang Shaozun's bad ways again?
Am I beyond saving Cheng Muyun?
Thinking of this, Xu Zhuohua felt a lump in her throat and large tears fell down her cheeks.
She reached out and grabbed Cheng Muyun's collar, saying, "Cheng Muyun, can you please ignore Liang Shaozun? If he calls you, don't respond. Never speak to Liang Shaozun again, and never work with him."
Liang Shaozun was already dead. Cheng Muyun thought Xu Zhuohua was terrified, so he gently comforted her, "Okay, I promise you, I will never work with Liang Shaozun again."
Xu Zhuohua was relieved and gradually let go of Cheng Muyun's hand, burying her head in his chest to calm herself down.
The two stood under the eaves, and many guests who were enjoying the rain saw them and started talking about it. From their perspective, it didn't look like they were embracing, but more like they were kissing.
"Oh my, I've heard that Mu Yun's fiancée is bold, but I didn't expect her to be this bold."
"Exactly, hugging a man in broad daylight is truly indecent."
"I think the second Miss Xu inside the house is more composed. Why don't you get engaged to her?"
These words reached Madam Cheng's ears. She stepped forward, patted Cheng Muyun on the shoulder, and also saw Xu Zhuohua with tears in her eyes.
"Be careful not to get wet in the rain. Come inside and see the old man."
Xu Zhuohua quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and straightened her clothes, but she still looked absent-minded.
Cheng Muyun noticed the gazes from inside the room, released his hand, and said, "Okay, I understand."
Seeing that Xu Zhuohua was upset, Madam Cheng did not say anything harsh. "If Zhuohua is not feeling well, let Wenyun take you to rest. There is no rush to see the old man."
The old man always valued etiquette. Xu Zhuohua's reputation was already not good, and she had just cried. It would be impolite for her to see the old man. Cheng Muyun would rather she go and rest.
Madam Cheng didn't want Xu Zhuohua to meet Old Master Cheng. She hoped that Xu Minghua would make a scene and cause Old Master Cheng to change his mind. Then, whether or not to marry a girl from the Xu family would be up to him.
“Okay, let’s go find Wenjun,” Cheng Muyun said.
Madam Cheng pressed Cheng Muyun down, her face showing a hint of pleasure, "You wait here, I'll go find Wenyun."
Xu Zhuohua was a little unaccustomed to Mrs. Cheng's sudden kindness and understanding.
When Cheng Wenyun was pulled over, she lowered her head and didn't say anything, looking slightly unhappy.
Madam Cheng took Xu Zhuohua's hand and placed it in Cheng Wenjun's hand. "Wenjun, you take Sister Zhuohua to rest. She can come out after the banquet. She doesn't need to keep the old man company."
Cheng Wenyun nodded obediently and left with Xu Zhuohua.
Just a second before Xu Zhuohua went into the room, she heard Luo Yunqiao's joyful voice. Turning her head, she saw Luo Yunqiao hopping to Cheng Muyun's side like a happy sparrow.
Xu Zhuohua closed the door, shutting out the noise.
What is history? It is what has already happened. Can the past be changed?
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