Chapter 181: 087 Reincarnation (one more update)_3
Translator: 549690339
Ming Xin sat on the hospital bed, and it took a long ti after the other person left for her to touch her forehead.
Her forehead was covered in sweat.
She imdiately lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, almost falling to her knees.
Rubbing her knees, she stumbled into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, closely examining the person in it.
Her features were delicate, her skin pale and sickly, with a subtle layer of worry on her eyebrows.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and the lifeless eyes instantly beca vivid, a pair of bright, clear almond-shaped eyes, and the whole person suddenly beca lively and spirited.
The young girl in the mirror tilted her chin up slightly, her gaze carrying a kind of contempt for all beings, as if she was a queen returning from a patrol.
The girl smiled confidently.
“Is this Ming Xin?”
In a quiet mont, two black-suited bodyguards appeared at the entrance of the hospital room, one on the left and one on the right, like door gods.
Ming Jing inquired about Ming Xin’s physical condition from the doctor and made a recovery plan for the future before leaving the sanatorium.
Zheng Qing looked at her expression and carefully asked, “What happened to your senior sister?”
Ming Jing’s senior sister stayed in the sanatorium, and Zheng Qing didn’t know the specifics. Ming Jing kept many things from her, and the more she learned, the more she beca like a bewildered fan.
Ming Jing took out her phone, and the pushed news was all about Liang
Yanran.
-Liang Yanran’s suicide was not an accident, but a long-awaited one!
This headline was very attention-grabbing, so Ming Jing clicked on it.
It was an analysis video by a popular Uploader, who first expressed regret over Liang Yanran’s suicide and claid to be a fan of Liang Yanran. Then they cut to a clip of Liang Yanran participating in a popular reality TV variety show last year.
The variety show, called “Three als a Day,” was an evergreen show in the history of variety television. Each year brought a new season, where five regular guests went to live in the countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. They gave up all their possessions, dropped all pretensions, and lived off the land and their own efforts.
The show invited well-known celebrities as guests for each episode, to work together, chat, and experience the bitterness of life.
Liang Yanran was a guest on one episode of the show last year, and the edited clip showed the group returning ho after working in the fields, cooking together, and eating together.
Liang Yanran sat around a large round table with five other guests, eating and chatting. He Shan, one of the guests, was a has-been idol who had now turned into a codian, was having a hard ti adjusting his ntal state. Facing the cara, he couldn’t help but break down in tears and revealed that he had depression.
At the ti, the other guests were busy comforting him, while Liang Yanran remained silent for a long ti before saying, “Please hold on a little longer. Think of your fans and your family; they are all supporting you.”
When this episode aired, Liang Yanran’s words were praised for their heartfelt warmth and moved many people.
Now upon viewing it through a magnifying glass of analysis, the tone and expression in which she spoke were wrong. She seed to be comforting He Shan, but it was more like she was speaking to herself.
She must have already had depression by then, but she was still struggling for the sake of her fans and her family.
So say that every person with depression is an angel sent by heaven because they are too kind-hearted to bla others, and they can only tornt themselves. In this process of self-tornt, they collapse and despair…
The bullet screen and comnts were filled with the fans’ self-bla and regret, but it was all too late.
Ming Jing suddenly asked, “Are you familiar with Liang Yanran?”
Zheng Qing was startled, wondering why Ming Jing suddenly cared about the people in the entertainnt industry. It might be that the person had just passed away recently.
Zheng Qing replied, “We acted in a movie together. But she was the lead actress, and I only had a guest appearance. We t a few tis backstage at a fashion event and spoke a few words. We weren’t close.”
In fact, they had had a feud over seating, each keeping their distance from the other.
Now, one had disappeared from the entertainnt industry due to a scandal, while the other had bowed out tragically through suicide.
The entertainnt industry was both the most realistic and the most cruel place. The higher one climbed, the harder they fell.
“I never thought she would suddenly commit suicide. It was really shocking. She didn’t seem like the type of person who would commit suicide. Killing soone else, maybe.” Zheng Qing sneered, thinking that since the person had already passed away, she might as well accumulate so rit.
Ming Jing lowered her eyes, and in the video, a breathtakingly beautiful woman sat at a wooden table in the countryside. The rustic atmosphere didn’t detract from her fashionable deanor at all. She had an elegant and well-poised deanor while eating.
Ming Jing’s gaze fell on the woman’s left hand holding the chopsticks, her eyes becoming deeper and deeper.
“Her boyfriend loved her very much, and they were about to get married.”
For so reason, Zheng Qing suddenly felt cold. She lowered the heating a little and replied, “Don’t talk about true feelings in the entertainnt industry. Look at Xue An, appearing so affectionate in his performances, but it’s all a persona. He’s washed up, with no resources. He only got so resources by relying on Liang Yanran. This kind of soft rice eater – even if they paid , I wouldn’t want them. Yet, Liang Yanran treated him like a treasure. If Xue An didn’t appear to be so affectionate, how would the public buy it, and how would he have any traffic and resources? Wait and see. This ti, he’ll solidify his deep-feelings persona with the wave of Liang Yanran’s suicide.”
Ming Jing opened the search box and entered Xue An’s na.
She stared quietly at the two characters in the input box for an unknown length of ti before deleting them one by one.
How fickle and heartless are you, fair youth, who once vowed to be together forever?
At midnight.
There were no lights on in the room, and a dim candle flickered with an eerily dark light.
The faint candlelight illuminated the young girl’s serene and beautiful face, her eyes slightly closed, her expression peaceful and compassionate.
With one hand holding an orchid, the young girl’s red lips gently opened, and chants spilled out of her mouth.
“In the Pure Land of the Buddha, the Nine Fire Planets, wards off disasters, the cycle of past lives, rewards for good and evil deeds, and the boundless sea of
Buddhas.”
The candle’s fla flickered without wind, and the wick gradually turned a ghostly blue in the darkness.
Her eyes saw nothing but desolate emptiness, and the chilly wind blew in gusts, chilling to the bone. At the bridge’s head stood an old woman, hunchbacked, stirring a big pot of soup.
The steaming soup looked delicious, but upon closer inspection, there were bones hidden among the liquid.
As the old woman chanically stirred the soup in the pot, a person approached her. She ladled a bowl of soup and handed it over while reciting a verse, “The love and hatred of the human world are foolish; after death, all things are empty. Drink ng PO’s soup and be free in your next life.”
“Granny.”
ng PO looked up, and the ladle suddenly fell into the pot, splashing the soup. She didn’t care but stared at the girl in front of her who was shrouded in golden light..
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