Chapter 001: Too Foolish and Naive (2 / 2)

As he was pondering, a dark shadow fell, whispered a report, and disappeared into the snowy night in an instant.

He looked coldly at the body on the ground covered by a thin layer of snow, “Bitch, I’m going to make you live in peace for eternity”

Mu Zi Yan thought she was dead, but why did she still see that face that she hated

She watched with her own eyes as her corpse was thwarted and finally dissolved into that dragon and phoenix joyous candle, she only felt darkness before her eyes and fainted with a heart full of indignation.

When she woke up, she became a lonely soul, wandering in the world for a thousand years, until a thunderbolt, breaking the red candle, she thought she was going to fly away from the soul, but never thought that

“Smokey, my son.”

Mu Zi Yan only felt an unbearable headache, her body seemed to be much heavier, she slightly frowned, that familiar and unfamiliar voice lingered in her ears, her heart slightly sank, and she turned around.

The sunlight was so blinding at first glance that she panicked for a moment, and when the warm, soft light plopped onto her cheeks, she couldn’t help but inhale; how long had it been since she’d seen sunlight?

“Smokey, but you’re awake.” A warm, soft hand covered her forehead, and her voice was filled with concern.

Mu Zi Yan half squinted her eyes, when she met those watery eyes, her heart felt like it had been cut open, even if she was a thousand year old ghost, she would inevitably get excited when facing her closest relatives.

The “Mother” spilled out of her chest, pulling her back from her trance.

“Ma’am, Missy is awake.” A familiar voice once again sounded from the side.

Mu Zi Yan’s eyes widened as she suppressed the excitement in her heart and lightly called out, “Sister Cui Cui”

“Eldest Miss, are you thirsty,” Sister Cui’s face lit up with joy when she saw her young master calling her, and she carefully inquired.

Mu Zi Yan gently nodded her head, she was gently helped up, her eyes always fell on the woman in front of her, a delicate goose-egg face, almond eyes reddened, her lips raised a loving smile, it was hard to hide the color of her heartache when she looked at her.

“Smokey, you scared mother to death.” Qi carefully held her daughter in her arms, having been on tenterhooks all night, she was finally relieved now.

Mu Zi Yan gradually regained consciousness, but also just a moment, seems to have retrieved the long ago fuzzy memories, from time to time in her ears came the words of her mother’s worry, her heart was pounding.

Seemingly thinking of something, she hastily raised her weak and feeble hand, only to realize that it was white and slender, yet small, and she gently tugged at her mother’s fingers, “Mother, Smokey knows she’s wrong.”

Qi looked at the pair of dark eyes in front of her, which were now looking at her pitifully, how could she dare to blame half a sentence, but sighed helplessly, “Smoke, you’re good for Ruoxi Yaou, my mother doesn’t oppose it, but how can you disregard your own life for her”

Mu Zi Yan’s memories were pulling back little by little, staring at this shrunken hand of hers, and then listening to her mother’s reproach and heartache, her eyes flashed with a flash of ghostly light, suppressing the surprise within her heart, and timidly spoke, “Mother, Smokey won’t let mother worry anymore in the future.”

“May you grow some memory.” Qi soothed Mu Zi Yan for a few moments, took the cup of tea from Sister Cui’s hands and personally fed Mu Zi Yan a few sips, then turned around and left the house.

After stepping out of the boudoir, Qi’s eyes were slightly cold, with one hand on Cui’s arm and one hand on her waist, she opened her lips in a deep voice, “Can you find out anything?”

“Back to ma’am, this matter was done too cleanly, only the granny in charge of the kitchen was uncovered, the old slave has already sold that granny.” Sister Cui always kept her head lowered, softly answering back, her shrewd eyes crossing a touch of coldness.

“To go so far as to reach out to Smokey, then I won’t be blamed for having a cruel heart.” Qi’s eyes shattered into a cold light as she lifted her steps and left the “Smokefall Courtyard.”

Mu Zi Yan lay on the bed, her heart beating hard, she placed her palm over her heart, inhaled deeply, and suddenly laughed foolishly.

She did not expect that she was reborn, as a lonely soul for a thousand years, wandering around in the dark for a thousand years, and now she is actually reanimated, but also reborn to the year of ten years old.

She hurriedly got up from the bed, went down barefoot, knelt on the ground, folded her hands together, and bowed toward the sky, murmuring joyfully, “Thank you God for your love.”

At that moment, she heard a delicate voice coming from outside the house, and she got up from the floor unhurriedly and reclined back to the bed, then she heard the door being pushed open, and the sound of subtle footsteps came to her ears.

Mu Zi Yan closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, her eyes low a dark and heavy, spare her a thousand years of experience, but also could not dissipate the hostility in her heart, her heart slandered, remembering this situation, she hated and gritted her teeth, “Mu Zi Ruoxi, you’ve come at the right time.”

“Elder Sister,” a soft voice through the curtains into her ears, until the sound of footsteps closer and closer to the slender figure was already standing beside the bed.

Listening to this big sister, Mu Zi Yan heart issued a snort of laughter, if it is not she will Mu Zi Ruoxi as a sister, everywhere for the good for the sake of this, and finally how will end up in that kind of miserable end, only to blame her too stupid and naive.

When Mu Zi Yan was secretly mocking, Mu Zi Ruoxi, who was standing next to the bed, turned her eyes skitteringly and saw that Mu Zi Yan on the bed didn’t react in any way, so she carefully took out an embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve.

When she opened the embroidered handkerchief, there was a piece of oil paper wrapped inside, she opened the oil paper quickly and carefully lifted a corner of the brocade quilt covering Mu Ziyan’s body, and when she saw the ankle wound, she gently sprinkled the powder inside the oil paper to the wound.

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The first chapter has been revised. Hey, if you like it, forget to bookmark it, lalalalalala.