No one noticed that a person was missing from this world, and no one would have cared.
She was like a slightly withered yellow leaf that occasionally drifted down from a tree. No one cared when it had first grown, or what sort of wind and rain it had endured, until it finally could bear no more and fell silently into the muddy ground.
"How's that younger brother of hers doing now?"
In her memories, he had been a skinny, introverted boy who rarely spoke, though there had been something rather unruly in his eyes.
Isn't it in your memories? When she left, that younger brother's family had already come looking for him.
His family later took him back. After that, he went abroad. Later still, he became a Film Emperor. He was living a very glorious life now.
So, Host, you should worry about yourself first.
He was doing much better than you.
In this world, no one could possibly be living a more miserable life than Avatar Su Qiao.
Su Qiao pondered this. "In my memories, she took a train to visit that boy. He seemed to be having a rather unhappy time in that family?"
In a prestigious clan like that, being unhappy was normal. Being happy would have been strange.
"..." What kind of twisted logic was that?
Then how had he fared after Avatar Su Qiao died? Could it be considered a life of peace and safety?
Avatar Su Qiao's first wish—to stay alive—had already been fulfilled.
Her second wish was for that boy to live a life of peace and safety.
If that boy had lived smoothly in her previous life, then she would not need to concern herself with him anymore.
444 coughed awkwardly twice. "Ahem, there's something I forgot to tell you."