Reincarnation: My Possessive Beast Husband Chapter 57: 57 Always Thinking of Him

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Always Thinking of Him

That night, Su Yan’s mind was preoccupied, and she couldn’t fall asleep, so she suffered from insomnia.

And another who suffered from insomnia was Chu Yuxiao.

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Opening Old Madam’s coffin was a very serious, very sacred task.

At least, Chu Yuxiao was very reverent in his attitude.

Consequently, everyone else beca reverent as well.

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Just going through the preliminary rituals took an entire morning.

Finally, it was Chu Yuxiao and Su Yan offering incense to Old Madam’s grave, bowing deeply three tis, then after the Monk’s sutra chanting and prayers, they slowly began to dig up the grave…

During the process of digging, Chu Yuxiao and Su Yan remained kneeling and continuously burned paper money.

Lady Lan had been watching from the start, sitting in her wheelchair, her expression mournful as she gazed at Old Madam’s grave.

The thick sorrow in her eyes infected Su Yan, causing her to shed a few tears unwittingly.

Su Yan thought, if only Aunt Lan hadn’t killed anyone, how wonderful it would be; Chu Yuxiao could have continued to honor her, to stay by her side.

But having done such a thing, was she not afraid that Chu Yuxiao would be heartbroken?

Su Yan suddenly froze.

What was happening to her, she had resolved to be irreconcilable with Chu Yuxiao, yet she kept considering his feelings.

Was she the epito of soone who forgets the pain once the wound heals?

Or did she think he was actually quite pitiable, so she was planning to forgive him?

Su Yan shook her head; she didn’t know what she was truly feeling.

In any case, she simply couldn’t bring herself to hate him, couldn’t be cold and indifferent towards him…

Perhaps, this was what people often called self-deprecating.

If she were to be hurt by Chu Yuxiao again in the future, she would deserve it and wouldn’t resent anyone.

Or perhaps, she had always held herself as an outsider, coldly observing the world, believing she didn’t belong here.

Thus, Chu Yuxiao’s injuries to her didn’t bother her as much.

Finally, they opened the coffin, looking at the pitch-black coffin, Chu Yuxiao’s body trembled slightly.

His lips were tightly pursed, his hands clenched so tightly that his veins bulged.

His eyes stared unblinkingly at the coffin, as if he wished to throw himself on it and embrace it in his arms.