The moment the heart left the body, she seemed to see a touch of soul attached to the bright red heart, faint white with a little golden light, and the appearance of the soul coincided with the sleeping girl in the ice coffin.

Aisheng recognized it, it was holly.

Holly looked sad and said softly, I'm sorry......

With a little guilt and no hesitation.

She could see Holly because her soul had been detached from her body, floating on it, watching as the personal doctor took out the heart that had been placed in her chest three years ago and put it into Holly's body.

Xiangsheng looked at his soul body, incomplete, barely maintaining her original appearance, she seemed to be different from Holly, she was a golden soul, but it was about to dissipate.

The soul of Xiangsheng floated and floated, as if there was some guidance in the dark, and her consciousness seemed to be eaten away by a little bit, and it floated past Song Xiao's face before it dissipated.

Xiangsheng no longer has that strange emotion.

It turned out that it was really because of that heart.

She thought of the little girl who had also lost her news, dressed in ancient costume, and the comfort she dreamed of in the middle of the night.

No wonder I never saw you again.

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The Great General's Mansion of the Qin State Protector, a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, overgrown with weeds and deserted, a little girl leaning on the creaking Huanghuali carved bed, the quilt was tattered and exuding a musty smell.

The dilapidated boudoir can vaguely tell that the owner of this house was once favored, with heavy cobwebs entwined in the precious nanmu flower windows, delicate and small dressers, dim but clear bronze mirrors, and cracked black sour wooden tables, on which are placed slightly sour meals, and the white porcelain teapot next to it is swam with elm leaves everywhere.

The girl was so small, motionless, her chest only rose and fell slightly, and her dusty face was a little dull on such a shriveled and thin body, but it was still dazzling.

There are always newly bought little girls passing by outside the door, and they can't help but be curious to visit this dilapidated yard, wanting to see the face of the god who is called by others, some people are jealous of the mind to play tricks and bully, some people have a regretful mind to take care of it occasionally, some people have the heart of greed for money to steal the beams and change the pillars, the courtyard of the dignified concubine has become a circus, and the little girl has stumbled and grown up like this.

It's really empty, with a good appearance and a good identity.

It's a pity, it's a fool.

The subordinates of the General's Mansion who have seen the stupid Seventh Miss all say so.

If you are stupid, you can prove that Yin is a waste wood and cannot be cultivated (more on this later).

However, as they walked away, the small boudoir, which had returned to silence, suddenly shone brightly. After a while, it seems that the return to the original state is just an illusion.