Chapter 27

Xiaohua was stunned, touched the corners of her eyes and nodded silently.

She knew she had beautiful eyes. After all, the fourth young master touched her face more than once in her last life and said that she had eyes that could hook his soul away. As long as she looked at her eyes so pitifully, he was willing to promise her everything.

The reason why she has been favored for a long time in her last life depends on this pair of skin bags and these eyes.

When she came back from her life, she always kept this in mind. Outsiders always hung their heads slightly and covered their eyes. She rarely smiled sincerely. Even when she smiled, she always stretched the corners of her eyes. Only in front of Grandma Wang could she really smile.

When Mrs. Wang saw that she had finished her meal, she hurried her back to rest. "Go and have a rest. You won't be comfortable these days. You have to tighten your nerves."

"I see. Thank you, mother-in-law. You should have a rest earlier."

Xiaohua went back to the house and didn't even light the light, so she took off her coat and lay down.

There are too many things happening today, which makes her heart messy. She always has a strange feeling of coincidence with her previous life, but it is very chaotic.

Since she came back, she always had an unrealistic feeling that everything in front of her was like a dream.

After all, she didn't know how she came back. She just knew that she was killed by the staff and didn't realize it. Waking up again happened to be the first night she was brought up and arranged in Biyuan's room. That night, Biyuan was on duty. There was no one in the room. She pinched her arms blue. She couldn't believe that she had come back from death. Until the next morning, when Biyuan came back from the shift, she saw her eyes flushed, looked in a trance, and ridiculed her shallow eyelids. She was not on duty yet, so she was so excited.

When she saw the living Biyuan, she really believed that she had come back.

Because in her previous life, Biyuan died a few years after she became the fourth young master. She died a few years earlier than her.

Xiaohua was thinking in her heart. She fell asleep in a daze. It seemed that she didn't sleep. She couldn't settle down in her sleep. All kinds of pictures appeared in her mind, including Biyuan, Cuilan, every woman who fought with her in her previous life, and Qiao

Qiao came towards her in blood and tears, laughing and crying, and kept talking. Xiaohua was in a hurry. She wanted to listen closely. She felt that she was running hard. She was almost broken and couldn't get close to Qiao. It was not easy to get close, but only one word was heard——

You and I will not let go of any... None... None

Xiaohua suddenly woke up. The room was dark and quiet. She only heard her own heavy breathing.

The door opened with a squeak, and Xiaohua was startled, "who?"

"Biyuan, what's the matter with you? You had a nightmare?"

Biyuan lit the oil lamp. The light of the oil lamp was only as big as peas. It was dark and green. It looked gloomy on her face.

Xiaohua was terrified and wanted to scream. She only heard Biyuan say, "Hey, why is the wick so short?" she turned around and picked up the wick, and the room gradually lit up.

Biyuan saw Xiaohua sweating and pale. "Are you really having a nightmare?"

"Yes." Xiaohua smiled with a lingering fear. She looked at Biyuan and fell back to bed.