The abbot stood up, turned the prayer beads in his hand, moved to the window, and gazed at the sky.
"You are a cursed star, destined to be alone. By chance, your soul escaped. Your appearance changed the fate of many, causing the living to die and the dead to live. All of this is the arrangement of fate."
Su Ruanruan slowly stood up from the futon, muttering to herself, "A cursed lone star..."
"What a cursed lone star..."
"Then why did you save me?" Su Ruanruan's voice trembled in the cold wind, like a candle flickering in the wind.
"I, Su Ruanruan, have lived an upright and honorable life. Can't Heaven forgive me?" She looked up at the sky, tears streaming down her face, questioning the injustice of Heaven.
"Doesn't Butcher Zhou deserve to die? He cruelly killed Su Ruanruan and even tried to murder me!" Her voice was filled with anger and determination, as if she wanted to proclaim Butcher Zhou's crimes to the world.
"Zeng Yuan and Su He are reaping what they sowed; I was merely giving them a small punishment."
"The Su family's fate... is their own doing." Su Ruanruan's eyes turned cold, as if she were looking at a group of people who did not deserve sympathy.
She slowly closed her eyes, and a crystal tear slid down her cheek, like a bright pearl falling into the dust.
“I killed Uncle Gu Yong, but he had been tortured beyond recognition. That person handed me a knife, and only one of us could survive…” Her voice was filled with endless sorrow and pain, as if the knife had not only pierced Uncle Gu Yong’s body but also her soul.
Su Ruanruan sobbed uncontrollably, "I killed him, I killed him... He begged me to kill him..." Her heart felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time, making it impossible for her to breathe.
“As for Xiao Xi… Xiao Xi…” Su Ruanruan’s face was as pale as paper. Her heart was pounding as if it would jump out of her throat. She ran out of the room in a panic, like a frightened rabbit, and then curled up in the main hall.
The abbot gazed at her lonely figure and couldn't help but sigh, "Cause and effect are orderly, everything is destiny."
Time flowed by in silence. After an unknown amount of time, Su Ruanruan heard a piercing bark from outside the main hall. Then, the sound of hurried footsteps, like a surging tide, came from afar and drew nearer.
She looked up again and saw a pair of wet eyes, like a dazzling gem, colliding with a pair of deep, reddish pupils.
Huo Yan helped Su Ruanruan up from the ground and held her tightly in his arms. His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, "Ruanruan, where did you go? Do you know how worried I was about you?"
Su Ruanruan quietly let him hold her in his arms, and her heart, which had sunk to the bottom, seemed to find some comfort at this moment.
It turns out that there are still people in this world who truly care about her.
She nestled in his arms, her gaze slowly sweeping over the others who had entered with him. They were all so unfamiliar to Su Ruanruan, except for Ziwu, who stood outside the main hall, holding Bai Ruan in her arms and constantly wiping away her tears. This scene deeply pierced Su Ruanruan's heart.
Su Ruanruan's eyes shifted again, and she spotted a delicate figure in the distance, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.
Oh, Su Ruanruan recognized her. She was the girl who knelt and kowtowed before the Buddha today, and also Huo Yan's childhood sweetheart.
Her thoughts gradually returned, and she suddenly remembered that she had just broken up a perfect couple.
She struggled to break free from Huo Yan's embrace, taking a few steps back like a startled deer to keep a certain distance from him.
The elegant and slightly debonair young man looked at the middle-aged man beside him with a smile and said smugly, "Dad, I told you this method would work."
It turned out that Su Zhiping, the illegitimate son of Su Zhen, disregarded his aunt's objections and resolutely went to Qingshan County in the Northwest to bring Bai Ruan away. Along the way, the scent was intermittent, and after several twists and turns, they finally found Su Ruan's scent again in Fahua Temple in the capital.
Tears streamed down Su Zhen's face as he tightly embraced Su Ruanruan, sobbing, "My daughter, my daughter..."
Su Ruanruan watched everything before her with indifference, as if she were an outsider. The joy of these two was palpable and genuine, but who was it that, after receiving the letter, concealed the fact that the original owner was alive?
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