Chapter 25

Without realizing it, Xing Beiluo had been in this world for several days, and the injuries that were already nearly healed were now completely gone. During this time, she spent her days either cultivating, playing with Youbai, or dealing with the Old Madam and her entourage who arrived like clockwork every single day for their daily greetings. Every time, the Old Madam would lament over how she had suffered, crying out "my heart, my liver." It was truly a massive social-death moment. She was having a terribly hard time. Yet, over this period, her favorable impression of the Old Madam had skyrocketed. The Old Madam was genuinely good to her, always reminding her of the elderly folks back at the nursing home. The kind old grandmother who had originally adopted her was among them—she had raised her with untold hardship, but Xing Beiluo had never been able to care for her in her old age. Thinking of this added a couple more layers of hatred toward Hua Xi in Xing Beiluo's heart: "If I ever run into her again, I will kill her with my own hands!"