She felt that she would probably never forget such a woman in her whole lifetime.
She was wearing seductive red clothes and her facial features were exquisitely beautiful. She was like a blossoming flower of fire, so dazzling that she couldn’t turn her eyes away.
She heard the woman’s gentle voice in her ears. “Are you willing to go with me to the Holy Water Sect?”
She nodded.
At the same time, Ye Lingmin, whose consciousness was slowly slipping, also nodded.
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At some point in time, Yang Xirong had been standing next to Qiao Mu. She stared absentmindedly at Ye Lingmin, who had passed on with a smile.
Ye Lingmin looked like she was asleep, with a smile on her lips.
No one knew that she seemed to be immersed in a dream. In this dream, she wilfully let herself go and delved further within…
She still remembered that it was a truly cold winter that year.
Master had bought a suit of ready-made cotton clothes for her, wrapping her up like a fortune doll.
At that time, she was walking in front with a flowery umbrella, and she suddenly looked back and beckoned to her with a smile. “Hurry and come over.”
Ye Lingmin felt that Murong Xun at that time looked so charming.
There was probably no one in this world who could match her.
She only wanted to do her best to become Master’s best disciple.
She only…
Was unwilling to be outdone by Little Junior Sister.
She only, wanted Master to look at her more. She wanted Master to be proud every time she mentioned her.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
Ye Lingmin quietly left with a smile.
Qiao Mu reached out with her hand to sense her breathing. She bit her lips and yelled, “Ye Lingmin! Who’s allowing you to die?”
Yang Xirong couldn’t help but sigh. “Let her go.”
This child already had no will to keep living.
She leapt out to protect Qiaoqiao today, most likely because she wanted to die.
Since that was the case, just let her go.
Qiao Mu hung her head and subconsciously gripped Ye Lingmin’s hand. “Se… Senior Sister Ye.”
Yang Xirong patted Qiao Mu’s head. “Qiaoqiao, don’t be sad. This is Ye Lingmin’s own choice.”
“Things did happen because of her.” Yang Xirong sighed and said, “So let her conclude it.”
Qiao Mu hung her head and did not say anything.
Yang Xirong sighed involuntarily. “Qiaoqiao, she has already passed on. What we should do right now is to focus on the future.”
Qiao Mu nodded.
She understood the logic, but understanding was one thing. Witnessing Ye Lingmin die in front of her was another matter.
She truly did hate this senior sister in her heart, but she felt very anguished when she could only watch on helplessly as she died.
“It hasn’t been easy for the Holy Water Sect to get to where it is today.” Qiao Mu said in a low voice, “I hope that from now on, our disciples will never have to make meaningless sacrifices.”
She hoped that from now on, everyone in the Holy Water Sect could stay together without losing anyone.
Yang Xirong patted her head comfortingly.
“If it’s our Qiaoqiao, I believe you can do it.”
As Yang Xirong said this, she turned around and glared at Crown Prince Mo, who was trying to come and disturb their conversation.
Mo Lian looked at Second Aunt-Master aggrievedly. When he saw Qiao Mu look over, he quickly flew over and hugged her, protesting, “Qiaoqiao, Second Aunt-Master glared at me again just now!”
Could you freakin’ be any more shameless??Second Aunt-Master rolled her eyes indignantly.
After getting disrupted by their banter, half of Qiao Mu’s grief had gotten washed away.
