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Leng Qingyun has something that others can't dream of in their lifetime.

Untold amounts of money, genius intelligence, unparalleled beauty, and fame.

Of course, all of this is due to her parents who are the richest man in the world.

But Leng Qingyun didn't thank them at all. Because, she doesn't have any feelings.

When she was born, she was like a normal person, she would laugh and cry, and she would lose her temper because she didn't change her diaper in time.

But as she grew older, she grew tired of eating the freshest and most delicious food in the world, playing with the most expensive and novel toys in the world, wearing clothes made especially for her by top designers, and holding several doctorates from the world's highest universities.

Everyone around her looked at her with respect and envy in their eyes.

Gradually, nothing could stir up the slightest ripple in her heart.

As a result, she became an emotionless person. As her name suggests, she is like a cloud floating in the sky.

Although she never laughs, she also never gets angry or loses her temper.

So, Leng Qingyun is not very difficult to get along with.

People who have come into contact with her will praise how cultured and polite, generous and approachable she is.

Leng Qingyun has never been stingy with money, because countless amounts of money come in her account every day.

The people who work for her are paid the highest salaries in the world, and everyone smiles when they see her.

She was the one who made the most donations to every charity event, so she was also honored as the youngest philanthropist.

She never loses her temper because she doesn't feel the need for that, just as people never get angry at an ant getting in their way.

Today is Leng Qingyun's twenty-fourth birthday, and it is also the day of her wedding ceremony.

Her fiancé is a child of a family selected by her parents for her, and she is the dragon and phoenix among people from character to appearance. has been dating for more than a year, and she is obedient and considerate to her.

The wedding scene was designed and carefully arranged by the groom himself, with 99,000 red roses and countless pearls, and the wedding scene was beautifully decorated like a dreamlike fairyland.

On each table are precious silver cutlery, glittering in the sun. The gentle breeze blows the soft white veil, and the live symphony orchestra plays a soothing waltz, setting off the warm and romantic atmosphere.

The guests who came to congratulate were endless, marveling at the luxury of the wedding, and even more marveling at the beauty and nobility of the bride.

The priest reads the vows, and the handsome groom gets down on one knee and places a huge diamond wedding ring on Leng Qingyun's lace-gloved ring finger.

The scene resounded with warm applause and blessings.

Leng Qingyun was wearing a wedding dress decorated with diamonds on the hem of her skirt, and looked at the excited crowd in front of her lightly.

Although she didn't experience the sweet love mentioned in the books, she was still very satisfied with the arrangement of her parents and the groom.

A qiē is so immaculate.

The groom holding her hand, slowly poured the golden champagne into the tall crystal cup tower amid cheers, and the band played a colorful music, bringing the wedding atmosphere to the highest point.

Taking the glass of wine handed over by the bridesmaid, her arm gently held the groom's arm, she didn't notice at all, the moment the glass touched her lips, the groom next to her flashed a trace of imperceptible pride in his eyes.

The red wine in the glass shimmers like a ruby, and the taste is soft and round, with a hint of fruit.

However, when Leng Qingyun drank the wine, a sharp pain that was enough to suffocate grabbed her heart. The glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the smooth marble floor, red wine staining her white wedding dress like blood.

The world was spinning, the noisy voices, the cries of her parents, and the frightened faces flashed in front of her eyes alternately like unedited movie shots.

Another sharp pain struck, Leng Qingyun's eyes went dark, and he fell into a warm embrace.

The man holding Leng Qingyun was the handsome groom, whose face looked anxious and distressed, and he leaned over and hugged her tightly in his arms, whispering in her ear, but his voice was surprisingly calm.

"Today is your birthday and the day of your death. It's your wedding, and it's your funeral. No one knows the true cause of your death. When you die, all your wealth will belong to me, and I will be able to marry the person I really like. Die, thank you. ”

Her eyes widened to see if the man in front of her was the groom who was obedient to her. But her vision became more and more blurred, her body became more and more cold, and before the last heartbeat was over, she finally felt a feeling, called hate!

Leng Qingyun felt that her body kept falling down the pitch-black tunnel, her body was as cold as ice, and her heart was colder than ice. She only wanted to do one thing, and that was to shred that handsome face.

The darkness enveloped her completely, drowning her to the point that even the last shred of hatred slowly disappeared.

I don't know how long it took, as if a voice called out to her from a far away: "Qingyun! Qingyun! Wake up, Qingyun"

Leng Qingyun felt that his body no longer fell, and became light, floating in the direction of the sound, and vaguely saw a glimmer of light.

Her eyelids were heavy and astringent, and it took her a lot of effort to open a slit, and a few unfamiliar faces shook in front of her eyes.

She felt so tired and wanted to sleep. So he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she found that the sunlight was shining right on her face through the cracks in the roof, and she was awakened by this ray of sunlight.

"Am I dead, is this heaven?" Leng Qingyun struggled to sit up from the bed.

There was no one in the room.

"Where is this, where am I," she said, looking around in confusion.

Leaky wooden walls and an old square table with mottled paint barely propped up in the middle of the room, with two broken bowls on the table and several equally worn benches next to them. Other than that, there are almost no decent items in the house.

There was a "squeak", and someone pushed the door in.

A little girl with a yellow face and thin muscles and two pigtails stared at her with sparkling eyes, standing at the door and shouting: "Mother! Mother! Come on, sister, wake up! ”

"Sister? Mother? Leng Qingyun was stunned, was he dreaming?

Before she could come to her senses, another person rushed in from the door, a middle-aged woman with a sallow face and gray hair. When the woman saw her sitting on the bed, she ran to her and knocked her down again, and pulled the quilt on her place.

With tears in her eyes, the woman's calloused hands gently stroked her hair, "Qingyun, thank God, you've finally woken up." Lie down a little longer, and don't rush to get up. Mother, I'll make porridge for you. ”

Seeing Leng Qingyun staring at herself in a daze, the woman's tears kept flowing, she stretched her sleeves and wiped them, turned her head and said to the little girl at the door: "Qiuyun, go and call your father and brother, say that your sister is awake, let them come back quickly." ”

The woman turned around, her emaciated face was full of a loving smile, and she whispered to Leng Qingyun, "Qingyun, you can frighten your mother, don't get in the way, just wake up." You sleep for a while, and my mother will cook you some porridge. ”

So saying, the woman pulled the corners of the quilt for her again, and then reluctantly got up, and walked out of the wooden house step by step.

Leng Qingyun looked at the woman's rickety back, let out a long sigh, smiled bitterly, and a tear flowed down the corner of her eye.

She now completely understands that her soul has crossed over, traveled to this unknown world, and is attached to Xia Qingyun, a fourteen-year-old peasant girl.

When you close your eyes, the memories of your past life and this life come together and intertwine. Leng Qingyun frowned in pain, letting tears wet his face.

In her previous life, she was the daughter of the world's richest man and had countless wealth, but she was murdered by the groom with a glass of poisoned wine at the wedding on her birthday. The past is so real, real that even the suffocating pain and heart-rending hatred at the end are clear and strike again.

Hate! She hated herself, hated herself for having no eyes, and she didn't even see the true face of that human-faced beast's heart!

Hate! She hates! If God let her die, why did he let her be reborn? Why do you have to keep the memories of your past lives after being reborn?

Her heart was so depressed that she wanted to scream, to fall back into that dark and cold tunnel, and let the darkness drown her forever!

However, when you think of death, why is there a trace of reluctance in your heart?

Leng Qingyun opened his tear-blurred eyes and stared at the sunlight leaking from the roof.

Yes, this is the reluctance that belongs to this body. I don't give up this dilapidated home, I don't give up my poor parents, and I don't give up my young brothers and sisters.

Maybe it's this reluctance that brings his soul to it.

But this did not change the coldness of her heart in the slightest.

"Sister!"

"Qingyun!"

The door opened again, and the tall figure blocked out most of the sunlight. A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life walked towards the bed with a thin teenager.

Leng Qingyun didn't want to talk to them, so he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"Shhhh My mother said to let my sister sleep more. The girl's crisp voice came from the doorway.

"Okay." The man lowered his voice, "Huayun, let's go out first, don't wake up my sister." ”

"Dad, is my sister really awake? I still have a bird's egg for her," the boy whispered.

Leng Qingyun suddenly felt a slight movement somewhere in his heart, and tears slipped down again. She couldn't tell if it was her tears or the tears of this dead body.

After a long time, the mother came to the bedside with a bowl of porridge and called softly: "Qingyun, are you awake?" Let's have a sip of porridge."

The faint fragrance of rice wafted along with the mother's words.

The tempting rice fragrance caused Leng Qingyun's stomach to gurgle, and when she opened her eyes, she was greeted by her mother's sallow and thin but loving face.

The mother handed the porridge in her hand to the little girl standing next to her, stretched out her hand to help Leng Qingyun lean against the head of the bed, and helped her tuck the quilt, and then sat down and served the bowl.

"Come, mother, feed you. It's been left to dry for a while, it's not hot, just drink. The mother scooped up a mouthful of porridge with a wooden spoon and brought it to her mouth.

Only then did Leng Qingyun feel that his lips were dry and cracked, and his throat and eyes were dry and painful like smoke. After drinking the hot porridge, I immediately felt much more comfortable.

She took several sips before stopping. Looking into the bowl, this porridge is actually slightly thicker than rice soup, with only a few rice grains scattered at the bottom of the bowl.

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