He will suffer again!

Mingmei looked around the room which had velvet colored curtains were hanging on the windows. The marble floor has such a shiny surface that one could see their own reflection in that. "Mingmei, have a seat. Mother- Father will come in a while," asserted Zhouruo and gestured her to sit on the couch.

"I guess we should come later. They must be busy in work," Xuan declared, looking at Mingmei.

"No worries. We will wait for them," Mingmei pronounced. Zhouruo smiled upon hearing that. Xuan did not want to face his mother because somewhere he still blames her for Mingmei's death in the past life. They waited there for an hour when Xuan told again the same thing. Mingmei grabbed his hand tightly and intertwined her fingers with his.