Chapter 380

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Warm felt slightly anxious and asked, "Little girl, are there any other people on your island"

"None."

The little girl repeated the two-word answer thrice without any change in her tone. It was rather eerie as it didn't sound like a living person's tone at all. Free novel13800100.

Warm felt goosebumps rise on her arms.

Ye Feimo asked, "Are you the only one on the island"

"Yes."

"A woman in her forties came to the island yesterday. What did she come here for" Ye Feimo questioned.

The white-robed woman glanced at Ye Feimo and then looked at Warm before stepping out of the grand mansion, turning around, and walking along a small river toward the back. Warm and Ye Feimo followed her while the large gate behind them automatically closed shut.

Not long after, they passed through an area covered with red spider lilies when the white-robed woman stopped in her tracks and pointed at Ye Feimo, saying, "You can't proceed any further."

Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes dangerously and pulled Warm into his arms. The woman pointed toward a gravestone near a patch of green grass, looking at Ye Feimo without emotion, implying that only Warm could go over to the grave.

The island was filled with oddities everywhere, making it impossible for Ye Feimo to let Warm walk alone in front of the tomb. He would be devastated if anything were to happen to her.

He even regretted bringing Warm to this island.

That woman showed no emotion and didn't speak either. Warm said, "Feimo, I want to go over there."

"It's warm, let's go. This island is too eerie; there's just a tombstone here. Mom only comes to see her deceased friend every year, nothing interesting to look at. Let's leave." Ye Feimo tried to persuade Warmth to leave, but she shook her head and refused to budge. She had come this far and was determined to find out what was going on.

Ye Feimo didn't understand why Warmth was so persistent; he felt worried and couldn't help looking at the woman.

The woman in white hadn't even glanced their way, but she too seemed to be staring at the tombstone. Ye Feimo asked her, "Whose tombstone is that"

The girl in white didn't answer.

"I'll just take a look," Warmth said, "Just one glance and I'll leave, or else I won't be able to rest easy. Feimo, stay here and watch out for me."

It was a patch of green grass with a cross-shaped tombstone in the middle; there was a bouquet of lilies placed before it, suggesting that someone had just paid their respects.

Warmth thought it could be her mother.

So did this mean that Mom came to visit someone who had passed away every year

Slowly and hesitantly, Warmth walked towards the tombstone. Ye Feimo and the woman in white stood rooted to the spot; only she moved forward alone. The surroundings were quiet with no sound other than the rustling of leaves stirred by the wind, a tranquil yet heavy atmosphere.

The inscription on the tombstone became clearer: "Lóng Xiùshuǐ."

Simple words that told her Lóng Xiushui had died over ten years ago. That was when Warmth herself was four years old. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

The person was dead, but the tombstone didn't have a photo; only text was carved into it.

The lilies were still blooming beautifully and had dewdrops on them. Warmth thought to herself that her mother must be the one who placed those flowers there every year.

Every year, Mom came here to pay respects to Lóng Xiushui. Clearly, their relationship was close, but if this island only had a young girl living on it, where did Mom stay when she didn't return home for an entire night

Is Mother not afraid of such an eerie island

Warmth was puzzled but quickly her attention was drawn to the epitaph on Long Xiushui's tombstone. From the inscription, it seemed that she only lived for 27 years and died so young; could she really be her mother

Suddenly, Warmth wanted to see what her mother looked like. Did they look alike Could one tell if they were mother and daughter just by looking at their appearance

Warmth stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, then bowed respectfully before it.

Ye Feimo had been watching from behind all along; his gaze swept around but finally landed on the white-clad woman. She seemed to have no expression, only staring at Warmth's back without saying anything. He could hardly find any human-like expression on her face.

After paying respects, Warmth walked over. Ye Feimo reached out a hand and she took it; he brought her close and whispered softly, "Are you okay"

Warmth shook her head with a light laugh, "I'm fine."

But the weight in her heart grew heavier.

With Long Xiushui's death, she had lost another lead to finding out the truth. Apart from Du Di, no one else could help her now. Only Du Di knew how to assist her and save Feimo; whenever she thought of Ye Feimo, her palms would sweat profusely and her body would shiver.

The white-clad woman walked back in silence, followed by Ye Feimo and Warmth. Everywhere they looked was the blood-red Manjushri flowers. After a moment's thought, Warmth asked, "What is your relationship with that person"

"No relation." The white-clad woman seemed to know who Warmth meant; her voice was cold as she answered.

Warmth didn't believe it.

If there were no relations, why did she live alone on the island

"Was Mother received by you every time she visited" Warmth asked again. The woman remained silent and continued walking; her walk was graceful, like a flying swallow. Seen from behind, the white veil fluttered and black hair danced in the breeze, quite beautiful.

She didn't answer, but Wenman wasn't giving up. She told Ye Feimo, "Feimo, I have something to ask her. Could you please go ahead of us"

She didn't want Ye Feimo to know about the Long family's affairs.

Even more so, she didn't want him to know about the curse.

"Why can’t I hear what’s going on" Ye Feimo asked in return. He wouldn't agree to leave Wenman alone with the woman in white; if anything went wrong, how could he deal with it

Wenman said calmly, "It's about my mother’s matters that I don’t want others to know about. I’ll be fine. Could you wait for me a bit ahead"

She was practically begging him.

Ye Feimo looked at the woman in white and then at Wenman, nodded his head and agreed only to step back a little rather than far away; he wouldn’t feel comfortable if she wasn't within his sight.

Wenman understood Ye Feimo’s concerns; they both compromised. Ye Feimo stepped back dozens of meters while Wenman asked the woman in white, "What exactly is your relationship with Long Xiushui Or to be more precise, what’s your connection with the Long family Are you one of them"

The woman in white gave her a strange smile and said, "Miss Wen, why would you care about that"

Wenman shook her head and smiled, saying calmly, "Of course I do. I’m also from the Long family. That man is my husband. If the curse of the Long family affects him, then I must know how to get rid of it. I thought that Long Xiushui was my only hope but ended up finding out she had died long ago. If you are one of them, you should know more about the curse than me. Could you tell me something about it"

The woman in white shared a pair of eyes similar to those of Wenman. Wenman could only guess that this was her last chance and hoped she would give her some information.

Hearing what Wenman said, the woman didn’t seem surprised and still wore an expression like dead water. Wenman felt extremely uncomfortable but didn’t say anything, waiting for a response.

After thinking for a while—or perhaps not at all—she said, "The curse can’t be undone. Even if Long Xiushui was alive, she would have no way to help you."

Fear deepened in Wenman’s heart. The woman looked into her eyes and said, "You’ve come to the wrong place. If Long Xiushui could help you, why couldn’t she help her own husband Go back! This is not where you should be. Your arrival will only bring bloodshed to the Aegean Sea."less as he spun the gun in his hand. "I’ll count to three, and if you hesitate any longer, I’ll send you straight to hell.""Second Young Master, I can’t get it up..." How could this be done Qiang crie...