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Chapter 4385: 5.0137 Past Life 5

Qiao Mu noticed that her past self's recovery was getting faster day by day.

She had been like a withered wild grass, but now... under a strange force, her body inexplicably improved.

Qiao Mu even felt a sense of terror in her heart, as if something she absolutely didn't want to think about was about to be revealed before her.

What could it be?

Qiao Mu nervously clenched her fists. Looking down, her soul body seemed a bit ethereal and faint; the action of clenching her fists was also quite clumsy.

Two months later, her past self could finally get out of bed.

Watching her stumble with difficult, struggling steps, Qiao Mu felt a mix of emotions in her heart, gazing deeply at her.

Her soul body suffered from having no tears; otherwise, she would probably be soaked in tears by now.

[So, in my previous life, I struggled to stand up like this?]

These past events, I actually forgot all about them. I wonder if I'm too much in denial of my past, too pained, and too eager to forget these countless incidents?

In this life, there's so much to remember and so much to forget. Perhaps, she just selectively remembered many things.

Qiao Mu followed her out, watching her shuffle along, leaning on her crutch, painstakingly moving forward step by step.

Qiao Mu desperately wanted to reach out and help her, to support that pathetic and unwilling-to-be-fated self from her previous life.

Perhaps, at that time, all she truly needed was someone, a pair of hands, to help her up just once.

Qiao Mu stopped her floating steps, gazing at her back.

Her past self used her hand to pry the doorframe, inching out.

She stood in front of the door, slightly looking up at the sky, not knowing what she was staring at, not moving her eyes for a long, long time.

"Qiaoqiao? Why did you come out by yourself?" The Second Young Master walked through the doorway towards her, his steps quick and hurried, appearing before her in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Mu clearly felt the body leaning against the doorframe tremble slightly.

She still disliked touching this person, merely forcing herself to endure the discomfort and meet his gaze.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to go somewhere." This was the first time Qiao Mu had heard her voice since she arrived.

Hoarse, dry, like a voice that had been run over by a cart twice. Yes, she remembered now; this voice seemed to have been poisoned by Second Miss Shi before, and she didn't know if it had ever recovered.

The light of the teleportation array flashed, and several people emerged, looking at the scene before them and involuntarily gasping.

Low hills, desolate graves, and ten li of overgrown weeds stretching out.

A few molting crows perched on branches, unafraid of people, merely cawing incessantly.

Qiao Mu, like a lingering spirit, continuously floated behind them. Seeing these ten li of desolate graves, her heart couldn't help but ache.

She seemed to recognize this place.

Dilapidated, desolate, like an endless sea of suffering in hell, without a trace of green, only withered grass, broken wood, wild graves, and black crows everywhere.

It seemed to be... the place where she had collected Little Lin'er's remains and buried them.

It seemed... she later moved her mother's and brother's remains here as well...

So...

Qiao Mu stood there blankly. That feeling of wanting to cry but being unable to was simply too awful.

Her past self, just like that, slowly, slowly moved across that desolate graveyard, found her resting place, and sat down.

Paper money, like snow, scattered across the sky.

Qiao Mu felt a pang of sadness in her heart, hearing her murmur softly, "It's been three years since I last came."