Chapter 1162: Is She Qin Xin or Lan Qingxin? [Must Read]

Those two calm, offhand sentences from Qin Xin made the approaching old butler freeze for a moment.

He didn’t recognize this girl at first glance—a cool, low-key black hoodie covering half her face, both hands shoved in her pockets; she paused for a second in front of him, then strode past, unhurried yet long-legged.

Who was that?

Thanking him for taking care of her all these years?

Thanking him for arranging for her to “recuperate” in the countryside?

It wasn’t until the girl reached the end of the corridor and entered the elevator that the old butler suddenly reacted: “Young Miss…”

Could that have been their little young miss, Lan Qingxin?

But Young Miss has been missing for a long time, even earlier than Miss Qin disappeared.

The old butler’s hands trembled with excitement.

The soup jar in his hand almost slipped to the floor.

He had watched with his own eyes as this child, Lan Qingxin, was picked up by the Nalan Family from the bone-chilling snow when she was no bigger than an infant, and slowly grew up.

Although he never understood why Young Master, who once doted on his younger sister, later grew so cold and distant to her, even ordering her to be sent away to the countryside, he had always felt genuine pity for this child. Even when she was exiled to the countryside, he still tried his best to arrange for the Nalan Family’s territory in Qingcheng, the village in Qingcheng nestled against mountains and sea.

But this child never knew about his secret help and arrangements; she had never even spoken more than three sentences to him face-to-face, let alone offered any thanks.

This child had always been a withdrawn, shy sort who didn’t like to talk.

How is it that today she carried such a powerful aura, yet used a courteous, neither humble nor overbearing tone to formally thank him?

The old butler wanted to give chase, but he could no longer catch up with Qin Xin’s pace.

He was still holding the medicinal soup in his hand and had to hurry to deliver it to Qin Xin in the operating room.

Who would have thought that the moment he pushed open the door to the operating room, it would be completely empty inside.

The unconscious Miss Qin, their Young Madam, was gone!

The old butler was so terrified his soul nearly flew out of his body; he hurried to call Nalan Ye Jue to report, only to find that Nalan Ye Jue’s phone simply wouldn’t connect…

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Qin Xin walked out of the hospital and glanced up at the sky at dusk.

The radiant sunset stained the sky above the city, painting a beautiful, oil-painting-like scene.

On the streets, people came and went, cars surged like rivers—there was a kind of noisy, bustling ordinariness of the mortal world.

It was the complete opposite of that empty, desolate world of powers.

If once upon a time she had longed for a secluded paradise, a quiet, rarely visited place, then after this experience, she suddenly learned to appreciate the beauty of the noisy, ordinary mortal world.

Here there is flourishing commerce, advanced technology, all sorts of strange and varied professions, and all kinds of bizarre evildoers, yet no all-powerful Twelve Elders and no disgusting blood pool.

Here, everyone can, through constant effort, find a ladder upward and a foothold.

If you are willing and you have the ability, you can put on countless small “vests” and enjoy the brilliance of different life trajectories.

Instead of struggling all the way upward, only for your final end to be adding one more handful of sorrowful nourishment to the blood pool.

Facing the familiar city, Qin Xin felt a brief surge of emotion, then raised her hand and hailed a taxi: “Imperial University, thanks.”

After giving the destination, Qin Xin lowered her eyes to look at her own hands.

This was her body, truly her own body.

Having gotten used to Lan Qingxin’s body, she had almost forgotten what her original body was like.

But once she returned to it, those nineteen years of day-and-night familiarity surged back into her mind with unstoppable force!

She was grateful that fate had not let her die in the Time Gate, but instead granted her a new life.

Although Qin Xin had given the destination, the driver still hadn’t started the car.