Chapter 1189: To Save An Mingji, Follow Your True Heart
Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189: To Save An Mingji, Follow Your True Heart
Gu Jin turned back, looking along the arm at the hand placed on her, puzzled, she glanced at Ling Qiong.
Ling Qiong’s handsome face held a complex expression, as if he had a thousand words to say to her.
"What’s wrong?" Gu Jin asked in confusion.
Ling Qiong pulled her closer, his voice solemn and serious: "No matter what you see inside, remember, some things you see are not necessarily true. Follow your heart and don’t lose yourself."
Those words were truly peculiar.
Gu Jin frowned slightly, then loosened her expression; she smiled casually: "Your words are very strange, I haven’t even gone in yet, but you seem to know what will happen inside."
Ling Qiong did not argue; his deep, serious eyes were fixed firmly on Gu Jin: "Remember, if you really want to save An Mingji, you must follow your heart."
"Is there anything else?" Gu Jin asked in a calm tone.
She was now certain that Ling Qiong knew something.
"I will be waiting for you outside."
Ling Qiong said nothing more and slowly released Gu Jin’s hand.
His exquisite, enchanting face seemed to be covered with a mysterious veil, making him even more unfathomable to Gu Jin.
From Ling Qiong’s words, Gu Jin was sure there were traces of An Mingji in the house.
This made her eager to step inside the room.
This time, Ling Qiong did not follow her in but stood outside the door.
The dilapidated house showed no signs of having been lived in, there was nothing inside except broken tables and chairs.
Gu Jin, Allen, Linda, and others circled inside, but in the end, found nothing.
Due to Ling Qiong’s earlier advice, Gu Jin felt there must be traces of An Mingji’s soul and Seven Spirits here.
Unwilling to give up, she searched again, more meticulously this time.
Standing in the spacious room, Gu Jin was suddenly drawn to a picture on the wall.
It was an oil painting, dirty and messy; without a careful look, it was hard to discern.
Attracted, Gu Jin slowly walked up to the oil painting.
Looking at the blurred shadow in the painting, she uncontrollably took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the dust from the oil painting.
Standing outside the door, Ling Qiong’s gaze shifted slightly, his lips lightly pressed.
Soon, the emotions in his eyes vanished, becoming calm and unperturbed, devoid of any joy or sorrow, without a trace of emotion.
He quietly watched Gu Jin inside the room, carefully wiping the oil painting on the wall.
Once Gu Jin wiped the painting clean, she discovered it was an oil painting of a man’s silhouette seated in a wheelchair.
Upon clearly seeing the original appearance of the painting, her pupils contracted sharply, her fine features revealing shock and disbelief.
It was clearly An Mingji from the past life.
Even though it was just a silhouette, Gu Jin could recognize it instantaneously.
In her previous life, after she died, An Mingji took away her body, and her soul always lingered beside him, witnessing as he avenged her.
The silhouette of him in the wheelchair had been seen by her countless times, there was no mistake.
But why, in this life, within the unpopulated area of Kunlun Death Valley, was there an oil painting of An Mingji from his past life hanging here.
Gu Jin was puzzled, her heart constantly sinking, as if trapped in a strange loop, overwhelmed by an endless sense of panic.
Clearly, she was reborn; she changed many things in this life, why would traces of her past life appear in this lifetime.
Is it possible some things are destined to be unchangeable, and An’s current experiences violate some sort of rule, leading to all this.
Gu Jin shook her head forcefully, no!
How could her fate with An be so easily influenced?
If the path must still follow the fate of the previous life, then what is the point of her rebirth!