The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story Chapter 415: Connection (1)

Chapter 415: Connection (1)

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“Qing’er, are you alright?” Xu Yan looked at her affectionately, his tone subconsciously softening.

Qing’er shook her head in a daze, meaning that she was fine.

“Mommy.” Xu Luo leaned into Qing’er’s arms longingly, like a swallow returning to its nest. “You’re finally here!”

This scene of mother and son’s deep love was naturally captured by Wei Wan, who was lying on the couch. It made her feel like she was just an unrelated outsider who had interfered between them.

She looked at the family of three with a complicated expression.

Xu Luo and Xu Yao both looked like Xu Yan, and looked alike. It was only when the woman called Qing’er appeared in front of her that Wei Wan realized that Xu Luo looked like Xu Yan and his biological mother. In particular, his ears and lips looked like his biological mother.

Xu Luo raised his hand and pointed at the surrounding people. He pouted and complained to the woman angrily, “Mommy, they’re all bullying me!”

His fair and handsome face was puffed up with anger, and his eyes were sinister.

Ever since he was born, he has been the only legitimate son of the Ji’an Mansion. Everyone flattered and coaxed him. During the period when red spots grew on his back, Wei Wan pampered him because her heart ached for him. He was used to everything going smoothly. When has he ever been bullied like today?

Xu Luo’s fingers pointed at the people around him, Imperial Duke Wei and his wife, the guards, Wei Wan on the couch… and Gu Yanfei.

Qing’er looked up, and her teary eyes happened to meet Gu Yanfei’s.

“Did you hear the baby’s cry?” Gu Yanfei sighed softly. “She’s dead, but her soul is unwilling to leave and wanders in the world. She’s still following you closely and staring at you…”

Every word was clear and cold, as if every word struck the depths of one’s soul.

“…” Qing’er trembled and couldn’t help but s.h.i.+ver.

She wanted to look away, but her body didn’t listen to her, and she couldn’t move. It was as if the girl in front of her had seen through her body, soul, and long-buried memories.

The sparkling lights shone on Gu Yanfei’s small face. Her hair and skin seemed to be s.h.i.+ning. It was like a dream and didn’t belong to this world.

Gu Yanfei’s gaze led everyone to look at the “ghost face” on Xu Luo’s back. She said slowly, “Look, she’s looking at you.”

“She’s waving at you. What a good child…”

Gu Yanfei suddenly chuckled. Her laughter was ethereal.

As soon as she finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly rose from the ground without any wind in the room with tightly shut doors and windows. It fluttered her sleeves and skirt, making her look ethereal and inexplicably strange.

Xu Yan and Qing’er’s foreheads were drenched in sweat. They felt a chill on the back of their necks, and their hair stood on end. It was as if the “ghost face'”s blood-red eyes were staring at them with a burning gaze.

Wei Wan’s eyes suddenly widened as she looked at the “ghost face” on Xu Luo’s back. There was sadness, eagerness, and regret in her dark eyes, but there was no fear, as if she was looking forward to something.

The night was dark, and it was already past midnight. An oil lamp was lit on the table by the window.

The lights swayed with the sudden cold wind, and the atmosphere in the house was gloomy. The blood-red scar on the boy’s back flickered in the flickering lights.

It was clearly just a scar on the skin, but the more one looked at it, the more it looked like a ferocious and twisted ghost face. It was like a baby struggling under thin skin, clamoring and revealing a terrifying smile, as if it would break out of the skin at any moment.

“All!” Qing’er screamed in shock.

In the dim light, her face became even paler. It was so pale that it was almost transparent.

She looked at the demonic red mark on Xu Luo’s back in panic. Her slender body was trembling, and her eyes were chaotic and unfocused. She muttered, “No, that’s not it.”

Her fair fingers grabbed Xu Yan’s robe and leaned against him. She looked at the blood-red scar on Xu Luo’s back in fear, as if she was looking at someone else. Her voice trembled. “It was all because your body was too weak.”

“Don’t hurt Luo’er. This was all your mother’s fault. She stole my son…”

“…” Wei Wan’s face also became paler. Her eyes were bright and dark, and she vaguely understood.

Her other daughter didn’t die young at birth, which meant that…

Gu Yanfei’s emotionless voice echoed in the silent house. “The baby girl’s soul has nowhere to go. She can only find a place to parasitize..”