CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 118 WE ARE ON THE SAME PATH

It’s simply incredible!

"Miss Xia, please, save my daughter! Please, save her!" Mu Keying was panicked.

Looking at Ji Ling in her current state, not knowing if she was dead or alive, if she was gone, Mu Keying would live in regret for the rest of her life!

Xia Mian glanced down at Ji Ling on the ground. Though extremely thin, she was still breathing.

She crouched down and drew a talisman on Ji Ling’s body, then tapped her forehead.

That spot seemed like an invisible vortex, drawing the surrounding spirits, and Ji Ling’s complexion gradually returned to normal.

"She’s temporarily out of danger; you can take her home now." Xia Mian withdrew her hand and nodded towards the Ji couple.

Ji Changxing bent down and picked up Ji Ling.

Once a little girl weighing a hundred pounds, now she was so thin that she weighed only a few dozen pounds, yet Ji Changxing didn’t find it burdensome to hold her.

Ji Changxing’s nose suddenly tingled with emotion.

They say a daughter is a father’s little lover from a past life, and Ji Ling was pampered and spoiled by him as she grew up!

"Miss Xia, will Ah Ling be alright like this?" Ji Changxing, worried about Ji Ling, couldn’t help but ask.

Xia Mian appeared calm, "It’s fine, just take care of her at home."

"Miss Xia, why did Ah Ling come to such a place..." Mu Keying’s voice trembled, filled with terror.

Xia Mian narrowed her eyes slightly, "Ask her yourself once she wakes up."

Ji Ling had her grievances against her, and her attitude towards the Ji family was displeasing, making Xia Mian not too concerned about Ji Ling’s affairs.

"I have something to do with Lu Zechuan, so I won’t leave with you." Xia Mian said, wrapping her fingers around Lu Zechuan’s hand.

Feeling the warmth between their fingers, Lu Zechuan gently curled his lips, a warmth filling his heart.

Xia Mian still remembered going to pay respects to his mother with him.

Ji Changxing and Mu Keying, concerned about Ji Ling’s life and death, didn’t say much more to Xia Mian, only mentioning they would thank her later before hastily leaving with Ji Ling.

Only then did Lu Zechuan take Xia Mian to find Shen Xiang’s tombstone.

Shen Xiang, being part of the Lu family, had her own cemetery plot.

Lu Zechuan took Xia Mian to the depths of the cemetery, stopping at a spot to the left.

Xia Mian halted, looked up, and saw a black-and-white photo on the tombstone. The woman in the photo smiled gently, her gaze filled with endless allure.

This woman was Lu Zechuan’s biological mother, not resembling Murong Shuang or Shen Fei.

Indeed, she didn’t seem like their biological child.

Lu Zechuan gazed at the photo on the tombstone, his expression solemn, "Mom, I brought Mianmian to see you."

The visit was so sudden that they didn’t even have time to buy flowers for Shen Xiang.

"Mom, Mianmian is doing well. She cares for me, just like you did." Lu Zechuan squatted in front of the tombstone, a cleanliness fanatic, gently wiping it down with his sleeve, "In a few years, when Mianmian is older, we’ll get married."

Xia Mian stood behind Lu Zechuan, watching his slightly disheartened back; she silently bowed to the tombstone, "Auntie, I will take good care of Ah Chuan and won’t let anyone harm him!"

The morning sunlight fell mottled on the tombstone’s photo, making Shen Xiang’s smile seem even more comforting.

"Shen Man is dead; that malicious woman is dead." Lu Zechuan murmured, embracing the tombstone, "Mianmian said she’s completely perished. I’m afraid you can’t slap her yourself."

Lu Zechuan’s eyes softened, his words rambling on as if chatting about family matters.

All these years, due to Shen Xiang’s death, he lived in the shadows, with a stubborn and volatile temperament.

It was Xia Mian who healed him.

Xia Mian stood behind Lu Zechuan, listening to him talk to Shen Xiang patiently, her expression also gradually softened.

At Lu Zechuan’s feet, a cluster of cornflowers grew lush and thick, with large blossoms swaying flatteringly in the wind towards Lu Zechuan.

Xia Mian squinted, once again feeling that Lu Zechuan seemed a little different from before.

"Murong Shuang once said your mother was extraordinary in some ways." Xia Mian pursed her lips, "Do you remember anything about that?"

Lu Zechuan turned to look deeply at Xia Mian, "Mianmian, my mother was indeed magical. She could make barren trees bloom again, and make plants wither instantly..."

Lu Zechuan stared at Xia Mian, "Mianmian, actually, I also have this power."

This power was awakened after he obtained the Cat Claw Jade from Murong Shuang.

"So, Mianmian, I might be a freak..." Lu Zechuan’s voice was soft. Since gaining that Cat Claw Jade and activating this ability, he had tried to avoid touching any plants.

However, Xia Mian noticed his oddity.

Xia Mian didn’t show much surprise, just nodded thoughtfully, "A freak? Lu Zechuan, do you think I’m a freak?"

Lu Zechuan looked at Xia Mian, a beauty with captivating charm in every smile, how could she be a freak!

"Mianmian, I never thought you’re a freak." Lu Zechuan said earnestly, his expression serious.

Xia Mian smiled, "I also never thought you were strange. Lu Zechuan, we are kindred spirits."

Suddenly, Lu Zechuan laughed, the breathtakingly handsome young man making the world dim and time stand still with that smile.

"Mianmian, thank you!" Lu Zechuan stood up, tightly gripping Xia Mian’s hand, then turned to bow deeply to Shen Xiang’s tombstone, "Mom, you see, Mianmian doesn’t mind my differences."

If Murong Shuang and Lu Zhenqing hadn’t despised and feared Shen Xiang back then, perhaps she wouldn’t have died in depression?

Xia Mian held Lu Zechuan’s hand in return; if there were freaks, who could be more peculiar than her?

Having completed tasks across the Three Thousand Worlds and reincarnated, who would believe such a story?

"Mom, it’s getting late, we’ll come back to see you next time!" Lu Zechuan bowed once more to Shen Xiang’s tombstone, about to lead Xia Mian away.

Just as they were about to leave, they spotted a familiar figure not far away.

Murong Shuang.

Murong Shuang stood before a newly erected tombstone, her expression mournful, face ashen.

Noticing someone’s gaze, she lifted her head, her eyes landing on Lu Zechuan and Xia Mian.

Seeing them, Murong Shuang’s eyes filled with hatred instantly.

Lu Zechuan’s steps, initially intent on leaving, froze on the spot.

If they left now, would Murong Shuang do something to Shen Xiang’s tombstone?

After all, in her unstable mental state now, she seemed almost insane.

"You bastard!" Murong Shuang spat through gritted teeth, charging furiously towards Lu Zechuan in an instant.

"Ah Man was your aunt all these years, never wronging you! Lu Zhenqing arranged her funeral, and you opposed it! Has a dog eaten your conscience?!" Murong Shuang cursed, her image completely shattered.