Ye Xiyue has a lot of little Jiujiu in her mind. In her previous life, she saw this kind of thing on novels and TV. It is said that the words that have disappeared can flash with special potions or blood.?

Ye Xiyue slashed her fingertips brittlely, and a drop of blood-red blood beads fell on the paper. She waited for three seconds, but the words on the paper were still not displayed.

Ye Xiyue: “…”

A mistake?

"Xi Yue." Mo Lan's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Ye Xiyue moved her eyebrows, put down the brush casually, turned around and opened the door.

Little did she know that as she turned around, the brush rolled on the table a few times, and the tip of the pen fell on the blood bead in the center of the paper.

The blood slowly stained the tip of the brush...

"Molan."

"There is something I want to tell you." Mo Lan whispered in Ye Xiyue's ear.

Ye Xiyue's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I've deceived you any time. This time I came here just to ask you what to do."

"I want to solve this problem myself."

"This is also my purpose. I know that you don't want others to interfere in this matter, so I will tell you."

"Okay, thank you."

Molan shook her head and chuckled, "Xiyue, why are you polite to me? By the way, are you injured again?"

"No, why do you ask this?"

"Here, what's going on with the blood on the paper?" Molan pointed to the position on the table in the room.

Ye Xiyue said slowly: "I was idle just now and was doing experiments, but I was fine."

"It's fine."

The two of them said a few more words. When Ye Xiyue saw Mo Lan leaving, she suddenly felt ache in her heart and a voice seemed to sound in her mind.

Please, ask him, please...

It's the original owner's voice!

Ye Xiyue frowned. Her consciousness was too strong. The original owner's voice was soon obscured by her consciousness.

The original owner was dead, but her obsession was still unwilling to stay in her body. Is there any unfulfilled wish?

"Molan, since you were young, you have followed your grandfather. You know your grandfather the best. Haven't you ever hated me?" Ye Xiyue asked subconsciously. She closed her eyes. The original owner's obsession rolled faster and faster in her mind...

Mo Lan's figure suddenly became stunned, "Xi Yue, why did you ask like this?"

"I lost my brother." Ye Xiyue raised her eyes and looked at Mo Lan.

The Ye family originally had four children, Ye Qingya was the second sister and Ye Qingling was the third sister. She was the youngest daughter of the Ye family. Among these people, the eldest brother was missing.

After a day of traveling, Ye Xiyue had many memories that were too late to digest. If the original owner's obsession suddenly emerged just now, she would not want to touch these deeply.

"That's not your fault." Molan's expression became a little deeper.

Even after twelve years, mentioning this matter is still a pain in the Ye family’s heart.

Ye Xiyue lowered her eyes and said nothing. Twelve years ago, she was only three years old, and her eldest brother, three years older than her, was playful and accidentally fell into the river. It was her brother who rescued her, but because of this, the six-year-old brother was washed away by the water flow and never came back again...

Back then, the Ye family tried their best to find their elder brother, but now, it has been twelve years and has never been found.

Gradually, everyone accepted this reality. The eldest brother was dead and she was killed by her...
Chapter completed!