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Guoguo stood up, opened the umbrella, and covered the grave: "Mom, it's raining."
Due to the heavy rain, Guoguo took off the dirt-covered glasses, wiped the rain from her face with her sleeve, bowed, and choked out, "Mom, I'm leaving. I'll come back to see you next week."
With that, Guoguo stepped forward and walked toward the cemetery gate.
The thunder was loud; it was only a little past three in the afternoon, yet the sky was dark and gloomy.
Guoguo walked through the rain, the cold water piercing her to the bone, her thin figure on the cemetery path looking lonely and desolate.
After walking for a few minutes, Guoguo suddenly felt that she was far away from the cemetery gate, so very far away.
Clearly, the cemetery gate was just within reach, yet it felt so distant...
Guoguo's vision began to blur, and finally, her eyes went dark as she collapsed on the cemetery path.
Not long after, a young man accompanied by two bodyguards appeared on the cemetery path, holding a transparent umbrella.
This young man was Murong Xiuxian.
Murong Xiuxian and his bodyguards noticed a girl lying ahead.
Murong Xiuxian quickened his pace and walked toward Guoguo, while the bodyguards, concerned it might be a trap, also hurried after him.
Murong Xiuxian crouched down beside the girl lying on the ground.
Her face was as pale as snow, and her pale lips were so delicate, while her nose was exquisitely shaped.
Her eyebrows arched like willow branches, and although her hair was wet from the rain, it still shone with a dark luster.
Murong Xiuxian suddenly felt that he had seen this girl somewhere before, but he couldn't recall where.
He gently probed under the girl's delicate nose with his index finger, confirming that she was still alive. He discarded the umbrella and reached out to pick her up in his arms, quickly walking out of the Cemetery.
The rain washed away the fake freckles on the girl's face, and her glasses were nowhere to be found.
In a luxurious villa resembling the White House, the girl lay on a lavish bed, hooked up to an IV drip, breathing steadily.
On the sofa beside the bed sat a young boy, who was staring at the pale-faced girl lying on the bed.
After watching for more than an hour, Murong Xiuxian still felt that he had seen this girl somewhere before, yet he still couldn't remember where.
"Um..."
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