From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Chapter 367: Chapter 359: Why Couldn't the Dream of Bringing Him Home Be Fulfilled?_1

Since Liu Qianqian returned to the family, she hardly ever left the courtyard.

She practiced her music, chess, calligraphy, and painting skills she learned in the past every day, getting up at 8 in the morning, having three meals a day, and going to bed at 10 in the evening, keeping to a very regular schedule.

The Liu family had once been worried that she might take her own life, but after observing her for a while, they found that the young mistress was disturbingly normal.

She seemed to have returned to her sixteen or seventeen-year-old self, focusing intently on everything she did and wearing a faint, polite smile whenever she spoke to anyone.

On the day she left Mu Family Manor, she had wondered if she might be pregnant?

But the thought was quickly dispelled, and she felt fortunate that she wasn't carrying a child.

Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have had the heart to end it.

"I think the young mistress doesn't have any problems at all anymore, so why does the madam still ask us to come and watch over her every day?"

A few middle-aged women whispered amongst themselves in the courtyard.

"The madam is just being overly anxious, what's the big deal here? It's just a lost love, isn't it?"

"Exactly, the young mistress has such a good cultivating physique, she might even become like the fairy who casually killed Fang Yun Zhong at the funeral, with a bright future ahead of her. To worry over a man, I feel it's impossible."

"But she spends all day either playing music or painting and doesn't practice cultivation... what's going on with that?"

...

"Sister Qianqian! Sister Qianqian!"

Suddenly, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy ran into the courtyard, holding an envelope with a furrowed expression on his face.

Liu Qianqian put down her brush and turned to look inside the courtyard.

"Xiao Yuan, long time no see."

Upon seeing the little boy, Liu Qianqian revealed a smile.

The boy was named Liu Yuan, Liu Qianqian's cousin.

"Sister Qianqian, I have something to ask you! It's really important!" Liu Yuan said with a serious face.

"What is it that you must come to me with?"

"Because I only dare to ask you," Liu Yuan said and then turned back to the women, saying, "Aunties, could you please step out for a moment, I have something serious to discuss with Sister Qianqian!"

The women hesitated for a moment, then left the courtyard, but none of them went far, since the madam had sent them to watch over Liu Qianqian. If something went wrong, they would have a hard time explaining themselves.

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"Does it feel like no matter how well you treat her, she doesn't really care, but if the boy she likes just says a word to her, she is happy for two or three days?"

"Ah yo, you're talking about those useless things again," Liu Yuan said with impatience.

Liu Qianqian stretched out her hand, caressing the filthy little black dog: "Charcoal Ball has been with you since you were seven years old, and you're its favorite person. But no matter how much it likes you, you still prefer that golden retriever. It knows that even if you can't get that retriever, you'll still like it. Yet, it still likes you so much and never leaves you.

Even though it knows you despise it very much, it still shamelessly clings to you. Maybe if you kick it away now, it will run off in pain, but after a while, it will come back wagging its tail, seeking peace with you. Maybe if you throw it into the trash pile, it'll still delude itself thinking you're playing with it, and shamelessly come back to you."

Liu Yuan looked at the Charcoal Ball in his arms for a long time, feeling very downhearted: "Are you telling me that in the eyes of the girl I like, I'm just like Charcoal Ball?"

"Maybe the girl who likes you is more like Charcoal Ball," Liu Qianqian said.

"But I still prefer the golden retriever," Liu Yuan stubbornly said.

"Then you might as well completely throw away Charcoal Ball. Wait for someone else to pick it up, treat it well, dress it up beautifully, and from then on, it will revolve around that person. No matter how you call or coax it, it won't pay attention to you."

"How could Charcoal Ball possibly become beautiful?" Liu Yuan said dismissively: "If I really threw Charcoal Ball away, I guess no one would want it, let alone treat it well. In the end, I'd still need to go back and bring it home."

Those words seemed to touch a nerve in Liu Qianqian, and her eyes instantly reddened.

These past few days, she had been very calm, as long as she immersed herself in painting and playing the piano, she would stop thinking about anything else.

But now, because of a Charcoal Ball, she suddenly felt like crying.

She smiled: "Yes, I don't understand either, how a medical student could become Qing'an? How could a mortal be loved by Xuan Nv? I wanted to take first place in the Elixir Competition and bring him back home with dignity. Why couldn't I make it happen in the end?"

"Sister Qianqian..."

Liu Yuan, seeing her reddened eyes, suddenly felt that things had gotten serious.

"I, I should go now, Sister Qianqian, please don't tell Grandpa I made you cry, otherwise, he'll beat me."

After saying that, Liu Yuan grabbed the love letter, picked up Charcoal Ball, and ran out, shouting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

A few women came in with surprised faces and hurried over to console Liu Qianqian; she waved them off and returned to her bedroom alone.

Today was supposed to be the day she finished her painting.

Perhaps the painting was just a few strokes shy of completion.

But she no longer intended to let it be perfect.

In the distance outside the yard, Liu Yuan held Charcoal Ball, looking at the love letter from a girl in his class, and pondered for a long time before he made up his mind.

He stroked Charcoal Ball's head: "Don't worry, I definitely won't lose you."