Above him stood the thick Old Locust Tree. Its dense leaves blocked most of the glaring sunlight.
He sat up straight from the ground.
According to the script of the previous two lives, Saina should have already pounced on him by now—either carrying a stolen roast chicken and calling out to him excitedly, or blushing as she burrowed straight into his arms.
Su Li patted his tattered linen shirt and spread his arms, waiting.
The surroundings were silent.
Nothing happened.
Su Li turned his head.
Saina stood behind the Old Locust Tree, three meters away from him.
She wore that rough cloth dress, her hand clenched tightly around its hem.
Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, huge tears swirling inside them, yet she stubbornly held them back.
What was with this woman?
Su Li lowered his arms.
"Why are you standing so far away? Come here." He beckoned directly.
Not only did Saina fail to come over, she actually took a step back. Lowering her head, she spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Leave."
Su Li froze.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Why was this girl reacting exactly like she had in the last life? But then again, every time, she had watched the black-haired bury the white-haired. It was only natural that she felt terrible.
Saina raised her head, and her tears finally began to fall in large drops. She bit her lip hard.
"I remember it all. My last life... the life before that. I remember everything."
She held out her hands and looked at her rough palms with disgust.
"I'm just an ordinary village girl. I won't live to be a hundred. I won't even look good by the time I'm seventy."
Saina's voice began to tremble, thick with sobs.
"I'm scared! I'm scared you'll