The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

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Qin Miao handed the ashes jar to Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan stretched out his hand to take it, and hugged it tightly in his arms, just like he once held Song Lishu, lowered his head, pressed his cheek against the cold jar, and whispered from his mouth: "Lishu..."

There is his glass book inside.

There is only one way to resurrect Li Shu, no matter what, he can't fail.

He asked for Li Shu and returned to him intact.

The weather was gloomy, with dark clouds in the distance, and the air was humid and sultry.

Huo Baiyuan walked out of the gate holding the ashes pot, and a car parked outside the gate.

Qin Miao opened the trunk and put the luggage in, when he was about to go around to the driver's seat, Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped him.

He didn't know why he looked at Huo Baiyuan.

I saw Huo Baiyuan say without expression: "I'm going alone."

Qin Miao was stunned: "Young Master..."

"I have prepared a box of money for you, enough for you to use for a lifetime, with the money, you can go wherever you want, you don't have to follow me anymore." Huo Baiyuan said.

Qin Miao's face changed suddenly, and he said in disbelief, "At this time. Are you going to drive me away?!"

Huo Baiyuan turned slightly to the beginning, the eyes behind Bai Ling did not look at Qin Miao, and the fluttering voice seemed to disappear with the wind.

"Over the years, you have done enough for me. From now on, you can live your own life."

"but…"

But Qin Miao has followed Huo Baiyuan since he was a child and has been his assistant for so many years. He has long lost his life.

"But I am your assistant!" Qin Miao couldn't help but yell.

Huo Baiyuan's hard face didn't move at all.

"Not anymore."

Abandoning these words, Huo Baiyuan opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, placed Song Lishu's ashes in the passenger seat, and closed the car door with a slam, isolating Qin Miao.

Step on the accelerator and the car sped out instantly.

Qin Miao returned to his mind, and suddenly chased the car and ran wildly, but the fading car body soon disappeared, only becoming a small spot in his line of sight.

"Lishu..."

Huo Baiyuan's voice trembled, his hands gathered in the ashes sprinkled on the ground.

At this moment, a water drop suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped his movements, raised his head and looked at the gray sky, one after another, countless raindrops fell from mid-air instantly, crashing to the ground.

Raindrops hit the ashes, instantly melting the ashes into a puddle of water.

"Li Shu! No! No!"

Huo Baiyuan panicked, grabbing the ashes on the ground with his hands indiscriminately, trying to gather the ashes into his arms, he looked around helplessly, trying to find something to hold the ashes, but there was nothing except the fragments of the jar.

Nothing can hold his glass book.

The rain was getting bigger and bigger, crashing on the ashes, melting with the ashes into a pool of muddy water, Huo Baiyuan held up the ashes with both hands, but the dissolved ashes were lost from his fingers.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep it.

He couldn't keep Li Shu.

No...no...how could his Lishu turn into a pool of sewage.

Huo Baiyuan almost crawled on his body, clutching at random with his hands on the ground, trying to gather his ashes into his arms, even if there was only a little left.

But he still couldn't keep up with the speed of the raindrops. He watched the ashes instantly melt into the rain, no matter how he grabbed it, he couldn't catch it anymore.

Huo Baiyuan finally started crying, almost lying on the ground, folded his arms tightly, holding the pool of melted ashes, crying and begging: "No...Li Shu, please...please, please, no go…"