Although it was just a nightmare, Jiang Xiao had especially instructed him before that, regarding the Sixth Young Master, he should tell her everything in detail, even if it was just a bad dream.
Therefore, he still had to mention it.
Sitting in the living room, Jiang Shiheng drank a glass of cold water, feeling that he still hadn’t fully recovered.
Every time he closed his eyes now, the same image would appear in his mind.
The scene of the fall.
He couldn’t clearly see the woman’s face, but for some reason, he just knew it was Little.
However, the woman’s figure was very thin, an unhealthy thinness, very slender, which didn’t seem like the current Little, yet he still felt that it was her.
Jiang Shiheng was still sweating coldly.
His face was somewhat pale.
The last time he dreamt about it, he thought it might be the future, something that might happen in the future.
However, with this dream tonight, he dared not say it was the future anymore.
Because the soldier who rushed past him was Meng Xinian.
He could recognize him, even though he didn’t see Meng Xinian’s face in the dream, he could still tell it was him.
That Meng Xinian seemed like he didn’t know him.
How is that possible?
The current Meng Xinian even calls him dad, how could there be such a stranger-like feeling in the future?
So, could it not be the future?
Could it be the past?
The thought made Jiang Shiheng’s heart race again.
How could it be the past?
Little is only eighteen years old now, if it were the past...
Then it must have been in a past life.
Jiang Shiheng exhaled deeply. His mind was chaotic, but it wasn’t to the point of making him pletely lose his grip on reality, not to the point of making him go insane. Having spent half his life stupidly before, he aimed to keep his emotions steady.
He tried to sort everything out.
But is it really possible for people to have past and present lives?
If it was a past life, why would Little’s past life end in such a way?
Why did those people want to capture her?
With Little’s personality, how could she let herself be in such a situation?
She knows martial arts; how could those people force her as if she had no escape?
Jiang Liu couldn’t figure it out.
He had dreamt about Meng Xinian before, and he had convinced himself that some things could have been from a past life, but regarding Little’s matter, her death, he couldn’t believe it no matter what.
"No, no, Little wouldn’t end up like that," Jiang Shiheng murmured.
If it truly was Little’s past life, then even if it was something that happened in the past, he wouldn’t let go of those who forced her into such a tragic fate in this lifetime.
Not even one of them.
He held grudges too.
At this time, Jiang Xiao was sleeping.
The painting was right by her hand.
She wasn’t dreaming, but when she awoke, she found that it seemed as if she had cried in her sleep, because there were tears at the corners of her eyes, and even the sides of her ears were a bit wet, likely from tears flowing and soaking her hair.
What was going on?
That person, she might really not be able to find.
But Jiang Xiao felt that eventually, that person would e to find her.
She would just wait, wait for that person to e find her.
Early in the morning, Sun Han called, and hearing his voice was somewhat subdued, Jiang Xiao felt that something must have happened, and she couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the receiver.
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