"Having given half of our souls can help us go back to the past and fulfill the regrets in our hearts." The little girl looked at Qianyan, "I listened to their stories and realized that I am a little different from everyone else. In fact, my regrets are the same as those of others.
They are really insignificant and not worth mentioning."
"I originally thought that people cannot be resurrected. Life is destined. It is a pity to die at a young age, but it is fate. In this world, very young people die every day, and I am just one of them. I think
I left, but I didn’t know where to go. Later, they persuaded me that coming here is a great opportunity, and if I don’t meet you, it will be in vain.”
Qian Yan: "Now that we have met, do you want to leave, or do you want me to help you realize your wish?"
"I thought about it carefully. Since fate sent me here and I died in an unknown way, maybe this is the reason why I came here. There is an old saying, it's all in vain if you don't do something.
.”
Qian Yan nodded lightly, maybe this is a vacation plane?
It hasn't passed yet, and she can't be sure. After all, there are many ways to be plagued by bad luck. It may be due to one's own failure, or it may be man-made.
Having experienced so many small worlds, she is more inclined to be artificial.
"Then what do you want me to do for you?"
The little girl thought for a while and said: "Find out how I died, and then live a good life and spend more time with my parents. It would be best if I could resolve the misunderstanding with my brother. It's just that I'm so unlucky that I can't do this."
Yes, don’t force it.”
Perhaps it was bad luck that made this little girl grow up differently from others. Even though she grew up with pampering, her temperament was not arrogant, but stable, gentle and mature.
"Okay," Qian Yan responded, "If anything happens midway, you can still change your mind."
She was referring to the other person's bad luck.
The little girl didn't quite understand what would happen, but she still nodded with a smile: "Okay, thank you."
…
"call--"
"It's finally over."
Qian Yan came to his senses and found that she was walking side by side in the crowd with a girl who was 1.75 meters tall and slightly strong.
She took a slight look at the crowd around her. They were all around seventeen or eighteen years old, holding various pencil cases in their hands, with a look of relief on their faces, as if they had completed their mission.
Qian Yan had already figured it out. This was the time when the original owner had just finished the college entrance examination and walked out of the examination room.
The tall girl next to her with a few small pimples on her face is Wu Lili, the original owner's only friend, who was talking just now.
"Yanzi, did your exam go well today?" Wu Lili wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned slightly sideways and lowered her head to talk to Qian Yan, with worry on her face.
Anyone who knows Chi Qianyan knows that she is possessed by a degenerate spirit.
Not only will she suffer bad luck, but those close to her will also suffer some bad luck.
The classmates all said that she, Wu Liliyong, was so unimaginable that she dared to be good friends with Chi Qianyan.
Wu Lili laughed in her heart, they know nothing!
Qian Yan recalled the memory of the original owner and looked down at a bag she was holding in her hand.
When Wu Lili saw this, she quickly picked it up and looked through it. Even though she knew there would be such a result, she still had a surprised and dumbfounded expression on her face.
"Okay, I've ruined everything for you." Wu Lili spread her hands and grabbed a broken pen, "If you take an exam, how many pens will suffer."
Qian Yan reminded: “It’s not just the pen that suffered.”
"Yes, yes, there are other tools."
This chapter has been completed!