The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Xing Jiu'an saw that she had been clinging to the little boy, and her voice heard her softly calling out to the other party.

It's the brother of Nine Difficulties.

But... Who is the Nine Difficulties?

Xing Jiu'an in the dream frowned, trying to find the answer. However, how could she find it so easily.

She seemed to be in a predicament, trying to find a way out, but she couldn't escape.

Later, the dream changed gradually.

Once again changed back to the previous life.

Xing Jiu'an is not a person who can let go of things, otherwise, she would not be considered as a changed person until now.

Mu Qing and the others are also more and more cautious towards her.

However, this time, what she dreamed of was not those pains, but more like what happened after she died.

Xing Jiu'an's funeral was grand and many people came.

They were dressed in black with white silk flowers on their chests.

Xing Jiu'an seemed to be floating among them, watching their pain, but no one could see her.

She is among them, but they are separated from life and death.

She walked aimlessly in it, this was her funeral, and she was still a little curious.

It was raining outside, and it was raining heavily. It seemed like water was pouring down from the sky. It was heavy and depressing.

Just like Xing Jiu'an's funeral at this time.

Her funeral was held on her own estate.

It was on a mountain that Xing Jiu'an bought to prepare for the old age of the master.

She looked at it, still thinking, did the master from the previous life come to live here for a while?

She moved forward slowly. There were many people attending her funeral, many of whom she did not know.

She listened to them saying one name after another, remembering her identities one by one.

Further ahead is the center.

She took a deep breath and walked over.

Senior Brother, Senior Sister, Junior Brother, Junior Sister, they are kneeling in front of Xing Jiu'an's tombstone. They are obviously the favored sons of heaven, and they are enviable identities wherever they are placed, but they are depressed as if they have suffered the greatest pain in the world and lost all scenery. .

Xing Jiu'an quickly saw Mu Qing.

She was still a little sad.

Before he died, he didn't hear his brother say forgiveness.

Some... not reconciled.

She leaned over carefully and looked at Mu Qing with her eyes open. Senior brother's eyes were very red, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, his face was pale, gloomy and depressed, as if he would collapse at some point.

Xing Jiu'an squatted beside Mu Qing. Although she knew that Mu Qing couldn't touch her, couldn't hear her voice, and didn't know she was here, she still carefully separated a part of the distance, but she didn't make a sound.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Apologies for all her willfulness.

Someone came from the manor.

Xing Jiu'an's ashes were buried in this manor, arranged by the master.

Master Mingming is in good health, and when he is in his fifties, he can take Xing Jiu'an up the mountain to climb trees, and he can easily subdue a fierce wolf...

The current master is old, tired, and seems to have lost his energy all of a sudden.

Xing Jiu'an ran a few steps, stopped not far in front of the master, and knelt directly on the ground. She did not repay her kindness. She was unfilial.

When the master came out, some brothers and sisters stepped forward to help him.

The old man waved his hand and did not let them touch.

He walked to Xing Jiu'an's tombstone and sat down slowly.

"What a stubborn temper. I'm just speaking angrily, and you really think I don't want you anymore. You haven't come home for so long, and you won't come to Master if you feel wronged..."

"You don't say anything, and who knows you're suffering."

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