Offering flowers before the Buddha

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..."
A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

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Mysterious Revival

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"Hello, cousin Xiao Yuan, my name is Jiang Yan, and I am Yang Jian's girlfriend,"


Jiang Yan greeted her warmly, polite yet adorable.


Liang Yuan just blinked her big eyes and looked at her, seemingly pondering something or sizing up Jiang Yan. After a while, she smiled and said, "Hello, auntie. Auntie, you are so beautiful, my cousin must like you a lot."


Hearing this, Jiang Yan's smile instantly froze, her heart grew cold.


It was one thing for Yang Jian to call her auntie, but she hadn't expected his cousin to do the same.


The most infuriating part was that she couldn't refute it, since Yang Jian's little cousin seemed to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, almost ten years younger than her, and calling her auntie seemed quite reasonable.


"I can't get angry now, I absolutely can't get angry. I'm about to meet Yang Jian's relatives, and if I embarrass myself this time, he won't bring me over again next time."


Chapter 680: The Old Home