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Chapter 9 Chapter A Letter to the Future Self

Word Count: 1031    |    Released on: 08/02/2024

an shook his head and replied with an

his herb. It was a pleasant surprise to obtain this herb successfully. Howeve

me," Shen Qianshan

. Since he was planning to trust him with impor

ntinued his instruction with his usual calm demeanour. "Just write that

y table beside her bed and stared at the blank

by a series of unexpected events, leaving

every detail, she realized there were man

id not realize it at first, but now that she

ravelled to the future by chance and saw

her diary back to the

about the death of her elder

there any predestined reas

that she saw the ending of her e

erse let her wit

or an advice to

ethora of ideas. After pondering for a long time, Gu Qiang

of Chongwenwu, a letter

ar of Jianyuan, the moon was

tood alone in the study. Her face was ghastly pale

ut where it was supposed to have a deep wound

e possible? Wa

to Shen Zhongbai's cruelty and t

stand here now in a

ved some memories which

after she drowned and that dream was about the memory of Shen Zhongba

r half-younger-sister for all her life and s

he lost her memo

ife of Shen Zhongbai. Sadly, her elder brother was

r. Therefore, Gu Family was now vigorously ingratiating her. On the other hand, Shen Zhongbai did not control her much, b

gbai was aware that

ther just to put on a show, while scheming

the time when she was killed by thousands of arrows pierc

ai poisoned her and

sic

hysician, she spotted the book on the table.

the book, only to

h

hat she wrote a

ppeared word by word out of

of Chongwenwu, a letter

be my ending, and since heaven sympathized me and allowed me

en I reread this diary

agical y

ne by one, and it wa

age of her writing these sentences appeared g

l scene, Gu Qiang finally b

led down her cheeks

y had the chance to chan

down in flames when

d the writing brush from the si

wenwu, the fifteen-year-old Gu Qiang widened her e

and was about to sleep when a senten

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