Chapter 218: Chapter 92: The Top Star of the 60s Cultural Troupe (31)

Xia Zhaoyun nestled contentedly in his arms, listening with fascination. She earnestly nodded at every word he said.

She was beautiful and should have been very popular. Yet, for some reason, Xia Zhaoyun rarely had anyone who would open their heart to her, and this kind of tender affection was even more of a rarity.

Xia Zhaoyun thought, ’Perhaps it’s because I’m so beautiful that the people drawn to me only like me on a superficial level. Otherwise, why would the life I remember have been so miserable?’

She was starved for affection. The moment anyone showed her the slightest bit of kindness, she couldn’t help but want to pour her entire heart out to them.

Likewise, this was a first for Huo Tianhao as well.

They were both fascinated and delighted by this simple form of happiness. After they had been cuddled up for a good while, Huo Tianhao had to rely on his famed self-control to gently pull her off him.

"I’ll come pick you up this weekend." He kissed her forehead, then turned and strode out.

Xia Zhaoyun followed him to the gate. Watching him put on his helmet and mount his motorcycle, she pursed her lips into a small smile. "Brother Hao, can I write to you?"

Huo Tianhao was taken aback for a moment, then he smiled and nodded. "Of course!"

’It’d be faster to just visit than to wait for a letter to cross the city,’ he thought. Still, since she enjoyed this sort of romantic gesture, he was also willing to use it as a way for them to get to know each other better.

After he left, it was as if a part of Xia Zhaoyun’s spirit had gone with him.

The children went to school, He Qingran left for work, and Reporter Zhang hurried back to the office to sort through her notes.

The house suddenly felt empty, and she had no energy to do anything.

She pursed her lips in thought for a moment, then, with a soft smile, went inside to follow her heart and write him a letter.

It had been her suggestion, but when she actually picked up her pen, she didn’t know what to write. She dawdled for over half an hour, squeezing the words out like toothpaste. In the end, she just gave a dry-as-dust introduction of her basic information, as if she were on a blind date.

Even so, the letter felt like it was burning her hands, filling her with a scalding shyness. She hastily stuffed it into an envelope, wrote the address on the front, and resolved to buy a stamp and mail it the next day.

Having accomplished this great task, she finally calmed down. Pushing the man to the back of her mind, she changed into comfortable clothes and began to stretch in the living room.

Ever since she’d inherited the memories, one thing had happened after another, leaving her no free time to think things through carefully.

Xia Zhaoyun wasn’t sure if the events in her memory had appeared from thin air or if she had genuinely experienced them. In any case, everything around her now had a vague sense of familiarity. It was as if having been a Ghost Cultivator for so long had made her forget she was a dancer who needed to do her daily exercises.

She slowly reacquainted herself with her body and was amazed to discover that its flexibility, suppleness, stability, and control were better than they had ever been!

Xia Zhaoyun clenched her right fist tightly, then opened both hands to stare at her palms.

She remembered that when she had just left the Song Family, the medical report from her doctor had stated very clearly that the tendons in her right hand had been slashed, which would lead to permanent motor impairment. It would be difficult for her to even hold a pen and write.

But just now, she had clearly held a fountain pen and written him a letter in beautiful, flowing script.

There was nothing wrong with her grip at all. And her palms, which her own nails had torn into a bloody mess only two days prior, had already healed. The only things left were ghastly-looking scabs that had yet to fall off, and she felt no pain whatsoever!

Xia Zhaoyun lowered her gaze, walked to the mirror, and pulled aside her clothes to look. Sure enough, the ugly old scars of varying depths that crisscrossed her body had faded until they were almost invisible.

So, she truly had been reborn from the future. Because she had once been a Ghost Cultivator for several decades, her body had been strengthened, and her healing abilities were astonishing!

She couldn’t quite put a name to the feeling in her heart. Xia Zhaoyun took a deep breath. Since she had been granted such a miraculous

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