Seeing a blue-covered book in front of Yan Hua with black and white characters reading "Earth Store Bodhisattva", she frowned disdainfully: "Why a Buddhist scripture, so boring." Yan Hua lovingly stroked the book cover: "You don’t understand, this is a handwritten copy by Master Guangyuan. I’ve been searching for it for years, and I didn’t expect Yun Ya to deliver it to me. She really understands me." Earth Store Scripture, to avoid the sufferings of the three evil paths, eliminate sins, accumulate virtues, the wish is no more than family safety, no more than—that person’s health and longevity. "Alright, alright, Second Sister, you love Buddhism so much, why don’t you become a nun? It must be because you stayed in a temple when you were a child. A perfectly fine girl turned out , it’s all grandma’s fault. If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t have been sent to the temple when you were young...." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fiɾe·net "Xingxing, stop talking. Everyone has their destiny, this is mine." Yan Hua closed her eyes and said calmly. "Boring, I won’t talk to you anymore." Yan Xing dashed to the bed, hugging an album poster and rolling around excitedly like a child. Yan Hua watched, an involuntary smile curling at her lips, Xingxing was so vibrant and lively, whereas she, although still a youthful shell, had a heart already old and weary. A sigh softly escaped, her pale hand gently caressing the book cover, a tranquil and serene smile in her eyes. From joy to sorrow, Yan Xing suddenly started crying, and Yan Hua hurried over: "What’s wrong?" Sniffling, Yan Xing said: "Headache, arm ache, leg ache too." Yan Hua rolled up her sleeve, seeing the bruised scratches on her arm, she exclaimed: "How did this happen, who did it?" Yan Xing made a mournful face: "I had a fight with Lu Mingzhu. I didn’t feel it then, but it hurts a lot now. Lu Mingzhu that ugly freak, she really hit hard." Yan Hua sighed helplessly: "You, you really never give anyone peace. Fighting with her, if mom finds out, she’ll scold you again." Yan Xing tugged at her sleeve: "So, Second Sister, don’t tell mom, okay? Keep it a secret for me." Yan Hua came over with medicine, tapping her forehead: "Think about it, if Lu Mingzhu complains to grandma, and grandma scolds you, won’t it be worse." Yan Xing looked distressed: "What should I do then." As Yan Hua applied the medicine to her, Yan Xing rolled around on the bed in pain. "This should teach you a good lesson. I can protect you once or twice, but you’ll eventually have to get married someday. How can I be at ease with you being so thoughtless?" "You’re the thoughtless one. Besides, I’m going to marry Mai Zheng. I’ve already sworn..." Yan Hua couldn’t help but laugh: "Have you even considered if Mai Zheng is interested in you?" Yan Hua glanced at her: "Didn’t you say Yun Ya and Mai Zheng have a good relationship? Yet you always go against Yun Ya. You’re digging yourself a grave, and have you thought that by getting Yun Ya’s help, you could meet Mai Zheng? What a great opportunity!" Yan Xing suddenly smacked her forehead: "Right, why didn’t I think of that? I offended her before. Will she badmouth me to Mai Zheng? I’m doomed...." "Does Mai Zheng even know who you are? Besides, Yun Ya isn’t someone who talks about others behind their back. Apologize to Yun Ya later, don’t go against her. Once you get to know her, you’ll see Yun Ya is easy to get along with." Yan Xing, discouraged, lowered her head: "The task is arduous, but I have to strive for the sake of my idol...." Yan Hua’s lips curled slightly; Xingxing was truly kind. With proper guidance, she’s still a good kid. Suddenly thinking of something, Yan Xing jumped up, found a computer, turned it on, and connected the camera. The screen showed the image of the West Warm Pavilion. The West Warm Pavilion, where Yun Ya was staying, Yan Hua furrowed her brow: "Find a chance soon to retrieve the camera." Yan Xing rolled her eyes: "Just wait a couple more days, let me observe my future sister-in-law, to understand her temperament and habits." Yan Hua said helplessly: "Spying on others is illegal." Yan Xing ignored her babbling, watching the screen showing the big bed where Ji Yunya was sleeping, surrounded by silence. Yan Xing, bored, propped her hand on her chin: "Why is she sleeping?" Yan Hua got up, planning to visit the West Warm Pavilion, to explain to Yun Ya and remove the camera. As Yan Hua took a step, Yan Xing grabbed her: "Second Sister, you can’t be a traitor." In winter, the days turned dark early; around five o’clock, the sun set, leaving the world in dim gray, soon to plunge into darkness. Suddenly, Yan Xing pointed at the screen, excitedly shouting: "Big Brother...." It seemed like catching someone red-handed. Yan Hua paused, turning her head to look. The blurry screen showed a tall figure entering, the familiar silhouette easily recognized as Yan Song. Suddenly, Yan Song’s gaze turned over, in the dark space, a pair of pitch-black eyes pierced through the screen, deeply stabbing into their hearts. Both felt like their throats were suddenly seized, unable to breathe, a prickling sensation on their backs. On the screen, the man strode over, his cold eyes growing more distinct and profound. Yan Xing gripped Yan Hua’s arm tightly, screaming in terror: "What do we do? Big Brother found us...."