Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 261 - 43: Blessing or Curse

"You should go check on her, Xiao Xian hasn’t spoken all night, and she even broke a bowl during dinner," Zhuo Feng paced anxiously in the bedroom.

"Me go check on her? How proper is it for a grown man to run into his niece’s room at night? It’s just a broken bowl; don’t you break one on average every month?" Feng Xing wasn’t in a great mood either, the elder had just passed away, and after waiting all afternoon, no one had come over to sign for Mr. Bai’s death, his life had indeed been quite miserable.

"It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have let her into the hospital room," Zhuo Feng blamed himself, Xiao Xian was only so young. Watching Master Bai pass away with her own eyes, who knows if it would leave a shadow on her mind.

"Don’t just blame Xiao Xian, you were beside yourself at that time too," Feng Xing comforted his wife, who appeared much paler compared to Xiao Xian when they just arrived at the hospital.

"I... remembered my brother and sister-in-law’s incident, although I didn’t witness it, but when the nurse covered Master Bai with the sheet, it all came back to me. I am thinking, maybe Xiao Xian might remember it too," Zhuo Feng felt even more remorseful, death, to most people, is a taboo word that shouldn’t be brought up.

"She won’t remember; she was too young at that time. Stop overthinking, I’ll warm up some milk; you bring it to Xiao Xian to drink. Both of you need a good night’s sleep," Feng Xing opened the bedroom door, walked out, and saw Xiao Xian holding the pot of Narcissus, sitting in the living room.

"Xiao Xian, why aren’t you asleep at this late hour?" Feng Xing took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and heated it on the stove.

"Mm, uncle, is aunt okay? I saw her looking quite absent-minded when she came back this afternoon," Xiao Xian’s reply was very calm, which relieved Feng Xing.

"Your aunt is quite worried about you. Don’t think too much. Once Mr. Bai’s funeral is over, go out with friends when you have time." Feng Xing warmed the milk, reminded Xiao Xian to drink it before sleeping, and then carried the milk inside. frёeωebɳovel.com

The voices of the couple in the room gradually lowered, Xiao Xian drank a few sips of the milk; her mouth felt warm, but her heart was still cold. Today, she indeed felt a bit strange, no wonder her aunt and uncle were so worried. Tonight, as she helped Zhuo Feng wash the dishes, a chill struck her heart, and the bowl dropped to the ground, startling her a lot.

The clock on the wall pointed to ten o’clock; still without any sleepiness, the pot of Narcissus on the table caught her attention.

The previously quiet Narcissus somehow quietly sprouted a pair of buds. Moved, Xiao Xian took out the key Mr. Bai had given to Zhuo Feng, grabbed the pot of Narcissus, and walked towards the third floor.

The lights in the hallway had been changed by Feng Xing and were very bright, illuminating the whole third-floor brightly. When she opened Mr. Bai’s door using the key, the stagnant air inside made it hard for Xiao Xian to breathe.

The furniture in the room had already been cleared out, and the once lush green trees creating a greenhouse scene would never appear again.

Xiao Xian didn’t turn on the lights; the moonlight tonight was good enough. After pulling open the curtains, moonlight flooded the room, making it as bright as daylight.

Standing alone in the house, listening to her own breathing, Xiao Xian wasn’t afraid. Discussions about ghosts didn’t scare Xiao Xian at all.

Suddenly, she heard a very faint sound, like breathing.

Looking down, the sound was coming from the Narcissus she held. Xiao Xian’s eyes widened; the Narcissus that Mr. Bai had waited decades for, chose tonight to bloom.

Different from other Daffodils, the two buds blooming silently in the night were not pure white but red, like the color of Heart Blood.

At the moment of blossoming, Xiao Xian could feel the disturbance in Spiritual Power in the space, as if finding resonance, the red Daffodil burst into bloom, the delicate fragrance instantly filled the room.

In the emitting red fragrance, Xiao Xian hazily saw a woman, witnessing her and Mr. Bai from acquaintance, to love, to parting, the entire process reversed in the blooming of the Narcissus. This Narcissus turned out to be a medium of memory.

"Granny Mei? Mei Xiang?" Xiao Xian startled, the fragrance dissipated, and the room was left with only a houseful of cold moonlight.

Like a dreamlike fragrance, for ordinary people, this smell would seem like a dream, but Xiao Xian felt an unusual familiarity. Whether it was the Daffodil or Mei Xiang.

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