Yi Lin stared at her junior sister who had been away for more than 700 years.

He suddenly felt the corners of his mouth salty and wet.

I... cried?

Oops.

This feeling.

While Yi Lin felt unfamiliar, she couldn't help but panic.

A vague shadow flashed through her mind like a curse.

The shadow was like a nightmare in his memory, making Yi Lin feel a tingling pain in his eyebrows.

it hurts.

Xia Ruxue got up, and she walked step by step to the at a loss Yi Lin, with her hands behind her back, and the red and swollen eyes flashed with a playful smell.

At this moment, she seemed to have turned back to Xia Xiaoman from eight hundred years ago.

...

"Senior brother, who is Xia Ruxue you mentioned?"

"What about the genealogy? It's on your tombstone, is there any or no?"

"No! I said no, it's not! Who is she?"

"A charlatan once told me that I was destined to be possible. Perhaps, I seemed to have a passionate marriage with a woman named 'Xia Ruxue' and would have a daughter. Although, I don't know where this daughter came from."

...

No, if there are any choices, she would rather be Xia Ruxue.

If the senior brother can’t find his Xia Ruxue, then he will become that Xia Ruxue.

She tangled her hands and fingers behind her, walked up to Yi Lin with her chest, burst into tears and laughed:
Chapter completed!