This sensation was truly delightful, a sense of revival that filled her with vibrancy, like a reward for having passed a test.
That man.
Qiao Xiaren slightly lowered the corners of her mouth, recalling the man in black who had appeared in her dream. The man was with Qiao Anchu, seeming very familiar with each other.
In her previous life's memory, this man didn't exist.
She closed her eyes, and fragments about that man surfaced in her mind—the black outfit, the steady, slow stride, and the view up to the fair and elegant chin.
From his appearance, he didn't seem old. Qiao Xiaren intuitively sensed that he was no ordinary person. Moreover, she found him very odd.
Why was he helping Qiao Anchu? Also, Qiao Anchu said, "You're dead, and I may finally find peace." What was Qiao Anchu afraid of? Why did he want her dead? She couldn't recall offending so many people.