Chapter 1331

Knowing she had no chance of catching up, Baili Xia originally planned to return to the back of the villa and wait for Mu Xiaoyao where she had been.

Unexpectedly, as she turned around, something caught the corner of her eye.

She froze, abruptly turning her head to look back.

In the faint moonlight, a gravestone quietly bathed in the night.

The text on the gravestone was unclear, so she instinctively stepped closer, and then even closer.

Finally, she could see clearly…

Beloved daughter of the Bei Family, Bei Qingyou…

Bei Qingyou’s gravestone!

Baili Xia’s heart clenched, and she immediately strode forward.

The clear inscription, “Beloved daughter of the Bei Family Bei Qingyou,” fell into her line of sight, making her nose sting and tears nearly fall.

Bei Qingyou was buried here—the once unique and exceptional woman in the hearts of many, the Bei Family’s sixth miss who had the most potential for alchemy.

She might have been glorious in the past, but now, all that remained was a cold, lifeless gravestone.

She knelt down before the gravestone.

At this moment, she forgot the purpose of their visit here, forgot that Mu Xiaoyao had chased after that fleeting figure, and even forgot what Mu Xiaoyao had said to her before leaving.

She only knew that kneeling before Bei Qingyou’s gravestone, her heart felt as if it were being wrenched.

An inexplicable pain—so suffocating that even breathing seemed difficult.

Bei Qingyou, Mama…

“Girl, what are you doing here? Come on, let’s go!”

Mu Xiaoyao, who had returned, hadn’t even read the inscription on the gravestone in front of her.

Grabbing her arm, he attempted to pull her up.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw clearly—it was Bei Qingyou’s grave.

As his gaze fell on the gravestone and then on Baili Xia kneeling before it, his mood grew complicated.

After a brief silence, he softly said, “Pay her proper respects and let tonight end here. We have to leave.”

Baili Xia took a deep breath and finally came to her senses.

Knowing that Brother had no choice but to urge her to leave quickly, she dared not delay further.

She bowed deeply three times before Bei Qingyou’s gravestone, then allowed Mu Xiaoyao to help her stand.

“Brother, what happened just now? I saw someone pass by,” she asked.

“Let’s leave first, and then we’ll talk,” Mu Xiaoyao said, taking her hand and pulling her forward.

Baili Xia didn’t dare ask further and quickly followed his pace.

Yet, as they were about to leave this place, she couldn’t help but look back repeatedly.

Bei Qingyou’s grave—could the person who came tonight also be here to pay respects to her?

But the front of the grave was utterly empty, save for a single pale red mountain camellia flower.

Could it be that Bei Qingyou had a special fondness for mountain camellia flowers when she was alive?

Just as they were about to leave the courtyard, Baili Xia suddenly stopped.

She turned her head and saw that the backyard, originally home to a vast patch of pale red flowers, was entirely filled with mountain camellias—the same as the one she had seen before the gravestone!

As if driven by an inexplicable impulse, she broke free from Mu Xiaoyao’s grip and ran to the mountain camellia tree to pluck a branch.

Mu Xiaoyao, in truth, understood her feelings.

Thus, although he knew they shouldn’t leave any trace in this courtyard, he silently allowed her action.

With so many mountain camellias, losing just one should not matter.

Moreover, the Bei Family’s backyard was so vast that flowers like these must be too numerous to count.

Thus, he did not stop her.

After Baili Xia plucked the mountain camellia, he firmly grasped her hand again and said, “Let’s go.”

This time, Baili Xia did not linger.

After carefully putting away the mountain camellia, she followed him as they climbed over the high wall.

Soon, they were far from the vicinity of Youyang Pavilion.