Chapter 87 (1/2)

Xing Jiu'An saw that she had been sticking to the little boy, and heard her voice calling each other softly.

It's brother Jiunan.

But... Who is Jiunan?

In the dream, Xing Jiuan frowned, trying to find the answer. But how could she find it so easily.

She seemed to be in trouble, trying to find a way out, but she couldn't escape.

Later, dreams changed gradually.

Once again back to the previous life.

Xing Jiuan is not a person who can put things down. Otherwise, she will not be felt as a changed person until now.

Mu Qing, they are also more and more cautious about her.

However, what she dreamed of this time was not the pain, but more like what happened after her death.

Xing Jiu'An's funeral was very grand and many people came.

They wore black clothes and white silk flowers on their chests.

Xing Jiuan seems to float among them and look at their pain, but no one can see her.

She was among them, but she was away from life and death with them.

She walked aimlessly. This was her funeral. She was a little curious.

It's raining outside. It's raining heavily. It seems like pouring water from the sky. It's clattering, heavy and depressed.

Like Xing Jiuan's funeral at this time.

Her funeral was held on her own estate.

It was on a mountain that Xing Jiu'An bought to provide for his master.

She looked at it and wondered if the master of the previous life had come to live here for some time?

She moved forward slowly. There were many people attending her funeral, many of whom she didn't know.

She listened as they said one name after another and remembered her identity one by one.