At this moment, the light in Gu Qiaoqiao’s eyes gradually faded away, and her body became somewhat stiff, enveloped completely by the pale purple mist. Gu Qiaoqiao mechanically walked toward the edge of the cliff, step by step, one, two, three steps... Finally, she reached the edge of the cliff. The cliff was high, and as Gu Qiaoqiao looked down, she felt no panic, just a numbness. Although it was very far, she still saw a reflection of a person on the water’s surface for some unknown reason. Gu Qiaoqiao then looked at herself. At this moment, her body was surrounded by clouds and mist, and everything was gradually fading away, as if her figure was also turning into mist. That person below was her, and now this her, was her soul. Everything she experienced after opening her eyes on New Year’s Eve was a dream formed by her obsession. The result of countless dreams she had... No tragedies occurred; her family was well, happiness still existed. It was the life she had yearned for. In reality, she was never reborn. This current being is merely a soul. Was it the heavens, unable to bear her family’s ruin, that had crafted a dream for her? Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on NoveIＦire.net Is this really a dream? A dream so beautiful it’s unbelievable, is it truly so? No one could know the biggest secret in Gu Qiaoqiao’s heart. In the unreachable late-night dreams, Gu Qiaoqiao, in bewilderment, truly felt that all this was just a dream. No such thing as rebirth, no past lives and present lives. Just like Dongfang Yu said earlier, there is no life that can be redone! All of this now is just a dream. Yet when she opened her eyes the next day, she was greeted by radiant sunshine and the concerned smiles of her family, then she felt it was all unfounded worries and overthinking, Sometimes, such things are cyclical. But today, everything was validated, Indeed, in this world, there’s no life that can be done over. Even if there were a past life, it wouldn’t let her go through everything again. She was already dead, dead in that deep pool. And Gu Qiaoqiao at that moment, it was as if countless hammers were madly pounding in her mind, her head felt like it was about to explode. Gu Qiaoqiao was in unbearable pain, clutching her head, and began to scream hysterically, occasionally mixed with painful shrieks, by this time her face was covered with tears. This version of Gu Qiaoqiao made Dongfang Yu furrow his brow. He had not expected that the seemingly unbelievably mentally strong Gu Qiaoqiao would have such a vulnerable moment; by this time, she had lost all rationality and turned a bit mad. Dongfang Yu still stood quietly in place, watching Gu Qiaoqiao silently; he had seen many facets of Gu Qiaoqiao. Proud, fierce, angry, happy, dismissive... In summary, many forms... However, this version of Gu Qiaoqiao, it was the first time he had witnessed. Weak, helpless, bewildered and lost, yet accompanied by despairing pain. Suddenly, a slight hint of compassion rose in his heart. All he did was imitating the scene he saw, like painting by numbers. Yet, Gu Qiaoqiao clearly knew of that scene. So, what exactly had this Gu Qiaoqiao gone through? Can people truly be reborn? And this rebirth was entirely different from what he had experienced. The Yankong Sect has a long history, about a thousand years old.