Chapter 683 Past Life (3)

Just like that, Mo Qingyue stood beside him like an invisible person, watching everything he had experienced from birth to now.

All the things that person experienced in this life flashed before Mo Qingyue's eyes like doubled fast shots one by one. Although it was very fast, Mo Qingyue could see it very clearly.

When he was still in his infancy, he was given chronic poison by his aunt, and he was often prevented from being nursed by the nanny. The little baby, in his infancy, howled loudly because of hunger.

Before he was three years old, he was sent to the most remote and dilapidated yard in the mansion by his vicious aunt, leaving only an old woman to take care of him.

The old lady didn't take good care of herself, so how could she still have the energy to take care of a child.

The sallow and emaciated child couldn't find anything to eat, and when he was hungry, he could only pick grass from the ground to fill his stomach.

When Mo Qingyue watched him eat weeds and drink snow water, her heart seemed to be bleeding when she looked at his thin but delicate face.

She couldn't help but want to touch his face and hug him, but in the end she couldn't touch anything. She knew that these were just three-dimensional phantoms.

The child grew up slowly, and for some reason, his father, who had never cared about him since he was born, suddenly began to care about him one day.

With his father's care, his life is finally better, at least he can eat enough, wear warm clothes, and live in a better yard.

And his face, which was originally peerless, slowly grew, and gradually became known to everyone.

Coupled with his outstanding literary talents, he became the dream lover of the ladies of all the high-ranking officials and nobles in the city because of his frailty. They even didn't mind his status as a bastard and wanted to marry him.

This made his aunt and brother jealous, and tortured and hurt him even more.

In the end, he was disfigured by his direct brother, and his limbs were cut off cruelly, and he was tortured to death bit by bit!

When Mo Qingyue saw him die in such a miserable way, a surge of hatred suddenly arose in her heart. She wished that those who had hurt him and tortured him would be cut to pieces!
But she could only watch helplessly, watching him die miserably, but there was nothing she could do.

"Aye...Aye..."

Mo Qingyue muttered to herself, and tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably.

"A Ye? Is this his name? How do I know?"

Mo Qingyue suddenly came back to her senses, she didn't know how she called out that name, she just felt that the person was called by that name in her heart.

But at this time, the scene in front of Mo Qingyue changed again, and she knew that this should be another life of the man who might be called Ah Ye.

In this life, he became a beggar. He had no father or mother since he was a child, and lived by begging with a group of old beggars.

In a harsh winter, the old beggar who had always depended on him fell ill under the combination of hunger and cold.

He was flustered and frightened. He ran to the pharmacy, wanting to ask for some medicine to save the old beggar, but was ruthlessly kicked out by the pharmacy shopkeeper because he had no money.

He had no choice but to beg to the poor pedestrians on the street in the bitter cold wind, begging them for a little money, but he ignored him, and everyone hurried home.

(End of this chapter)

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