The September day, as always fickle.

The sunny sky gradually turned overcast, as if a bigger storm was brewing.

In the blink of an eye, the car had been steadily parked in front of the iron fence of the Xia family's villa.

Trapped in memories all the way, Xia Jiujiu hurriedly retracted his thoughts and paid to get out of the car.

Looking at the familiar environment in front of him, Xia Jiujiu's apricot eyes were like the deep sea in the dark night, filled with an extremely cold chill.

She clenched her hands secretly at her side.

It's been six years, and with Master's high-intensity training for her in the past six years, she is finally back!

Once, all the pain that Qin Ailan imposed on her, one day, she will return it with interest!

Xia Jiujiu jumped in the monitoring corner.

She was agile and easily climbed over a wall.

With her childhood memories, she climbed up to a room in the corner of the second floor along the windowsill with her hands and feet.

This was originally a studio full of art and love.

is full of unique memories that belong to her and her mother.

When she was a child, she always followed her mother and painted in this room.

The little hand, holding the paintbrush, and the warm hand of the mother, holding her little hand.

Every time she dreams back at midnight, she always seems to be able to hear the singing and laughter that once filled the room.

Once upon a time, the house was filled with priceless paintings.

There is also a famous teacher Zhong Yunshan from her mother, who presented her with a famous painting as a meeting gift.

In country Z, Zhong Yunshan's paintings are not only the most precious treasures, but also inestimable, and a painting is hard to find.

Xia Jiujiu's mother, Wen Ruhua is Zhong Yunshan's most proud closed disciple.

Wen Ru's picturesque works, of course, are also valuable.

Inside the room, there is a snow-white wall.

Back then, it was her mother who held her little hand and depicted a warm picture of a family of three walking hand in hand on the field path on the wall.

She plucked up her courage and opened the door.

The room that catches your eye has long since lost the slightest trace of that year.

Dusty room, empty ......

Everything that belonged to her mother, all gone.

The wall that was once full of memories has long since been shoveled down and repainted.

Xia Jiujiu clenched his hands hanging by his side hard, and his eyes burned with rage.

Nothing!

The interior of the villa has been renovated and changed to another style.

All traces of my mother have been wiped clean and there is no trace.

Once upon a time, this place was home

It's no longer the home she remembers, and it's no longer her home......

Xia Jiujiu forced back the tears that overflowed her eyes and exited the room.

The sudden sadness made her ignore the fact that someone was walking towards her on the thick carpet in the hallway.

Qin Ailan had just woken up.

At the age of forty, she is radiantly maintained.

She straightened the dark red silk nightdress on her body and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Looking at the end of the corridor, the back of the déjà vu sounded, and there was a faint uneasiness in my heart.

Xia Jiujiu raised her eyes and bumped into Qin Ailan's ghost-like expression.

As soon as Qin Ailan approached, she saw Xia Jiujiu's face that was the same as Wen Ru's picturesque.

Her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and her face turned pale in an instant.

Qin Ailan's eyes widened, and her legs trembled.

Immediately afterward, the servants heard a scream from upstairs.

"Ahh Yes! There's a ghost......"

Qin Ailan sat down on the carpet, her emotions collapsed, and her mouth kept saying:

"It's not me, it's not me, if you want to seek revenge, go to the old lady......"

Xia Jiujiu, who was confused, immediately figured out some meaning from these words.

Dare to love Qin Ailan's first ghost in her life, and she has no experience and talks nonsense?

Pretending to be a ghost, who wouldn't, just to pin down this vicious old witch.