Watching Su Xin's body turn into flying ash before her, disappearing into the air, the sorrow in Fang Mengzhu's eyes flashed away.
Then.
A hazy gray light once again shone in her hand.
She gently pressed it against her forehead.
But at this moment.
A scene that shocked her took place—
Countless flying ashes gathered before her, quickly outlining the appearance of Su Xin.
A living, breathing Su Xin appeared once more before her, even his clothes intact, as if everything she just saw was an illusion, and Su Xin had never died.
"You... you..."
Fang Mengzhu was stunned.
Su Xin looked at her indifferently:
"You killed me once, so it counts as avenging your father. Our grievances are now settled."
Having been reborn into this world for sixteen years, Su Xin always maintained a carefree, whimsical attitude, living freely.
On one hand, he felt he saw through life. Power, wealth, honor, status, all of it seemed fleeting to him, and enjoying life was most important.
