What Sadako said was very plain, but it made people extremely sad.
She is a living dead and so far has no soul.
Once the physical body is destroyed, the little spiritual consciousness that was originally attached to her body may be wiped out.
Jiang Ziliang reached out and took Sadako's hand into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her hair which had a faint, elegant fragrance.
This was the most intimate gesture they had ever done, and it was in front of them.
However, they are no longer shy.
The hesitation of the unknown future makes them cherish every moment now even more.
Yang Zimei felt that she was already redundant here, so she pulled Xiao Qianlianyi and walked out.
"Sister, what will Sister Sadako do in the future?"
Lianyi raised her head and asked, with concern in her eyes.
"I don't know either."
Yang Zimei shook his head, "Everything depends on fate."
"This is the only way it can be. If we don't have Sister Sadako in our lives, it will be so depressing. There will be no delicious food, no beautiful clothes, and no one to help us take care of our daily life in an orderly manner."
Lianyi sighed at the side.
Yang Zimei's heart skipped a beat again.
Yes, Sadako's appearance brought her a lot of confusion.
But it's more about convenience.
Without Sadako, her life would definitely be a mess and she would not live so comfortably.
Yang Zimei was thinking when his cell phone rang. It was Grandpa Ronghe's call.
"Niuniu, I want to go to Zhuge's house later. Do you want to go with me?"
Ronghe asked.
"Going to Zhuge's house?"
Yang Zimei thought of the ancient and mysterious family, the Nine Palaces Flying Star Formation, and the seemingly cynical playboy Zhuge Yue.
"Um."
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Yang Zimei doesn't have anything important to do now, so he might as well go for a walk and see if he finds anything new.
She didn't dress up deliberately, she just wore the casual clothes she usually wore, and tied her hair into a simple ponytail. She asked Xiao Qian to tell Long Zhutian who had not gone home yet, and hurried to Rong's house.
Rongle was wearing a light gray Tang suit, holding Rong Lanxi's hand and waiting for her at the door.
Yang Zimei walked over quickly and took Grandpa's other hand.
In the past, the houses of big families were concentrated in this area, so the Zhuge family's house was not far away, just walking three streets away.
Relatively speaking, this street is located in a deep alley, relatively secluded, but very comfortable. The air is very fresh. Standing in the alley, it feels like standing in a valley.
Looking at it with open eyes, the entire alley is like a white snake, winding and stretching.
The end of the snake's head is Zhuge's mansion.
A thin auspicious atmosphere floats over the entire mansion, like a Buddhist temple in the mountains and mist, which makes you feel relaxed and happy.
It is indeed the Zhuge family.
This Feng Shui Yang house is extremely well designed.
Rong He took her and Lan Xi to the gate.
This gate is actually made of very expensive golden nanmu and has a history of almost a thousand years.
Yang Zi raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue.
The rich are the rich, even a door is worth a fortune.
There was only a knocker on the door, no lock, and it was left ajar, as if people were welcome to come in at any time.