Rebirth: The first daughter-in-law

Seeing Mrs. Tian frowning, Xie Jingya's heart lifted again.

After checking the medicine dregs, Mrs. Tian shook her head at Xie Jingya and the two of them and said, "This medicine dregs is very normal. It is a formula used by women to recuperate their bodies."

Xie Jingya held a corner of her clothes tightly, and it wasn't until Mrs. Liu's hand gently patted her on the head that she slowly came back to her senses.

"Jingya, don't worry, grandma is still with you!" Ms. Liu's mood was still unstable, and her words were still choked with sobs.

Xie Jingya looked at Mrs. Liu and then at her mother lying on the bed, feeling indescribable sadness in her heart.

"Mrs. Tian has been in love with me for decades and is a good doctor in treating difficult and complicated diseases related to women. Her words must be trustworthy." Mrs. Liu hugged her gently and whispered softly.

Xie Jingya nodded gently in Mrs. Liu's arms, but did she think all this was really such a coincidence?

In ancient times, when a woman gave birth to a child, she was on the verge of death. Anything that happened was normal. What's more, in everyone's eyes, Wang's body was already weak, so it was natural for this to happen. If she had not been reborn,

, she will also believe this statement.

Now, she is reborn, so even though others believe it, she still has a skeptical attitude, which makes Xie Jingya have to admit that her father and Aunt Su are really clever. To deal with these two people, she needs to make herself better.

powerful.

Looking up, she saw the white hair on her grandmother's hair, so she decided to hide her rebirth. Of course, in her heart, she also knew that even if she told her rebirth, no one would believe it.

In the following time, Wang was in a coma, her mental state getting worse every moment. Whenever she woke up, she kept calling Xie Jingya's name: "Jingya...my Jingya..."

Xie Jingya almost never left her bedside. Even when she slept, she lay beside her bed and kept talking next to Wang.

Seeing every bit of Wang's pain, she hated those who harmed her more and more.

In the last two days after Wang left, Xie Anbang was still the husband who loved his wife. Every time she saw his tenderness and love, Xie Jingya had the urge to rush up and tear off his hypocritical mask.

Just like in her previous life, Mrs. Wang closed her eyes peacefully in Shenshi. Standing by her side were the husband she trusted and loved, her sworn sister Aunt Su, whom she believed in, and her beloved daughter Xie Jingya. When she left, she was very

Calm, Xie Jingya is also calm.

She was dressed in a filial white dress, with no jewelry except for a small white daisy on her head.

She knelt in front of Wang's memorial tablet and swore secretly in her heart again: "Mom, this time, I will definitely find the murderer who killed you, the murderer who framed my grandfather's family, and the murderer who killed me. When everything is arranged,

, God will let your daughter accompany you."

She kowtowed three times silently.

When she stood up again, her right hand was still holding the gold bracelet on her left wrist, which was given to her by Wang before she died. Her ears were still ringing with the words that Wang had finished saying with difficulty: "Jingya, this

The gold bracelet is a family heirloom passed down to me by your grandmother. Now that I have passed it on to you, you must pass it on properly and pass it on from generation to generation. This is not only a treasure, but also a belief!"

"This is not only a treasure, but also a belief."

Xie Jingya read softly.