From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1635

Chapter 1635: 707 Extra Three Only Lovesickness Cannot be Cured _1 Chapter 1635: 707 Extra Three Only Lovesickness Cannot be Cured _1 It seemed like he had been walking for a long time.

His sight was clouded by a dense fog, leaving the road ahead unseen.

When he turned around, even his path back was lost.

Wandering aimlessly, tiring and cold but undeterred, he kept in mind a clear goal.

Through heaven and earth, the chaos of reincarnation, I am determined to find you.

Even against thousands of hills and mountains, he refused to give up.

He eventually collapsed, but his eyes stayed fixed on the peak of the mountain.

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His spirit seemed to float, piercing through the fog to reach the mountaintop.

His body moved through the ancient, robust wooden doors and arrived in the courtyard.

As if guided by fate, he arrived at the back garden.

A young lady dressed simply was fetching water.

Her movements were slow yet graceful, like the slow flow of time from her fingertips, a tranquility and silence that can even soften the cold wind.

“Master.” A young boy ran over, a handful of herbs in his grasp, excitement filling his face: “Is this the ancient Snow Lotus described in the Ancient Medical Scripture?

I’ve finally found it.”

The young lady put down the water bucket, gently caressing the boy’s head with a smile: “Edward, the back mountain is dangerous, be careful.”

“With Master protecting me, I’m not afraid.”

“Huh?” Edward suddenly turned his head, looking towards empty space.

“Master, someone’s coming.”

“Hmm, I know.” The young lady replied unhurriedly.

“Can he see us?” Edward said with surprise.

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The young lady slowly turned her head as the air in front of her seemed to pulsate violently.

“He seems very agitated, he must be another person deeply attached.”

The girl’s gaze was calm, like ageless, eternal tranquility.

Gazing into the depths of time, everything returned to nothingness.

No waves, no desires.

He shouted in excitement, but his throat failed to make a sound.

He wanted to rush towards her, but it felt like a barrier was in his way.

Despite his efforts, he couldn’t penetrate it.

The young lady watched him quietly.

Gone was her usual gentleness, replaced by indifference that chilled him to the core.

She was within arm’s reach, but he could never touch her again.

The distance between them was not measurable in meters, it was an insurmountable chasm that he could never bridge.

The girl waved her hand, the scene shifts.

He found himself in a grand hall.

Looking up, he saw a golden Buddha statue on a high pedestal.

Its eyes of compassion overlooking the earthly world.

In the void, a voice, cold yet compassionate, resounded.

“Pure thoughts take flight, pure emotions fall.

Deep emotional attachments will surely lead to a treacherous path.”

“In the cycles of reincarnation, meeting will inevitably lead to parting, it’s all but an illusion.”

“Even if I fall into a treacherous path, refuse to enter the cycle of reincarnation, I just want to see her.

Give her back to me.” He swiped, knocking the fruit plate on the altar to the ground.

The voice echoed once again, imbued with a hint of helplessness.

“Like a moth drawn to a flame, so stubbornly unwilling to let go!”

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“Uncle.” Sheila Cook leaned on the bed, her tears falling incessantly.

On the bed lay an old man – Arthur Baker, his white hair and eyes cloudy, reaching out as if trying to grasp something in the empty air.

“Aub! Aubree!”

Arthur’s hoarse cry, filled with longing and reluctance, was so heartbreaking that anyone hearing it would have a lump in their throat.

“Uncle.” Sheila suddenly widened her eyes, crying so intensely she thought her heart would break.

Behind her, Edric Lewis let out a sigh, wrapped his arms gently around her shoulders and comforted her softly: “Let Uncle go in peace.”

Edric looked at the elderly man on the bed, his eyes filled with sadness.

He remembered how, many years ago after Arthur had returned from the Whitehead Mountain, he changed so drastically, starting to live mindfully.

Arthur would maintain a consistent routine, exercise regularly, and approach work diligently – it was as if he had forgotten all his former anxieties.

He was never short of inspiration and wrote down numerous classic songs, becoming an immortal legend in the music scene.

Every domestic and foreign music award was won by him.

He was reigning for three years consecutively before he voluntarily withdrew from competition, stating he wanted to allow more opportunities for the newcomers.

He was noble in character and unmatched in talent, and had an excellent personality.

He would sincerely guide the younger generations and never had any scandals.

In the complex entertainment industry, he stood out from the rest, living up to the flag he waved on.

At the age of fifty, he was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award from the world’s top music award.

He was a peak that the younger generations in the music industry would always look up to, knowing that no one would ever surpass him.

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