Hearing this, Jiang Nanshu’s heart ached.
She always arrived too late, unable to save Zhou Yanxu from his fate.
In both worlds, he was engulfed in flames.
But in her heart, she firmly believed that Zhou Yanxu was not dead, that he must be living a good life somewhere in the world.
Jiang Nanshu pursed her lips, her eyes also showing sympathy: “That’s such a pity! He was very young, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, he was only 29 when he died. He hadn’t even gotten married, let alone had children. It’s such a pity.”
The maid opened her mouth. Everyone loves gossip, and she couldn’t help but confide in Jiang Nanshu more.
“The burned-down house was right behind this villa. I heard the fire burned for three days. By the time it was extinguished, the former head of the family was burned to ashes. There wasn’t even a body left.”
Jiang Nanshu looked at the maid, her heart beating faster: “You mean he didn’t even leave a body?”
“Yes, yes. That’s why people say that place is often haunted, which makes us afraid to go there. Some of the maids even said that when they passed by there at night, they saw will-o’-the-wisps in the burnt ruins!” The maid’s voice was low, and with the spacious environment, it had a rather eerie feel.
“Really? Is it really that mysterious?” Jiang Nanshu feigned surprise.
The maid nodded solemnly, “It’s true. They saw it with their own eyes. If they weren’t so scared, the person who saw it would have taken a picture and shown it to us.”
Jiang Nanshu wasn’t afraid of ghosts or anything like that.
If there really were such a thing, then the ghost could only be her.
Reincarnation into someone else’s body was so mysterious, no matter how you looked at it.
No one would believe it.
“Could you take me to see it? I’m a little curious.”
The maid was horrified.
“No, we can’t go. Ever since the haunting rumors started circulating, Mr. Zhou has forbidden anyone from visiting that area. It’s been sealed off. Now it’s probably overgrown with weeds and very spooky. You’ll have nightmares if you go there tonight, little girl.”
Jiang Nanshu sighed, “Alright, I actually want to go on an adventure. Since it’s a forbidden area, I won’t go.”
“Do you have a picture of him? I’d like to see it.”
The maid continued to shake her head.
“No… The fire destroyed everything. There’s not a single picture of him left. If there is one… It’s on his tombstone.”
After a long pause, Jiang Nanshu finally asked: “Where is he buried?”
The maid replied truthfully, “It’s in the cemetery in the western suburbs. That place is rather remote.”
“Okay, I understand. Thank you. I don’t want to wander around anymore. Let’s go back.” Jiang Nanshu smiled at her.
The maid led Jiang Nanshu back the way they had come.
Just then, Zhou Zhenghui returned.
He was holding the hand of a middle-aged woman with half-gray hair. Compared to him, she looked quite well-maintained and not as worn-out as he was.
“Zhenghui, where is my daughter? Have you really found her? You’re not lying to me, are you?” The woman asked in a trembling voice.
Zhou Zhenghui felt deeply distressed. Seeing the hopeful glint in his wife’s eyes, he forced a smile, “Yueru, we’ve really found her. I would never lie to you. Our daughter is back.”
He pointed to Jiang Leyi, who had awkwardly stood up not far away, and said to Liu Yueru, “Look, it’s her. Her name is Leyi. She’s our daughter.”
Liu Yueru’s gaze immediately locked onto Jiang Leyi, staring blankly for a moment before bursting into tears: “She’s really back… She really is.”
She broke free from Zhou Zhenghui’s grip and stumbled toward Jiang Leyi.
“Niao Niao, woo, woo, my darling Niao Niao, Mommy misses you so much.”
She threw herself into Jiang Leyi’s arms, holding her tightly, and cried uncontrollably.
Jiang Leyi looked at Zhou Zhenghui in panic.
Seeing that he also looked grief-stricken, he nodded to her, signaling her to continue acting.
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