Chapter 1461 - The Speculation Regarding the Past and Present Lifetimes

Chapter 1461: The Speculation Regarding the Past and Present Lifetimes Gu Yuexi walked into the living room casually, his shining leather shoes stepping with alternating strength on the two-cm thick soft carpet, as if walking in the clouds, and minimizing the sound of his footsteps.
The living room was dimly-lit with the haziness of the befalling night. A deep and suppressing atmosphere hung in the air.
Gu Yuexi raised the glasses resting on his nose bridge and saw a valuable yellow rosewood royal chair placed not far away. The old yellow rosewood hadn’t been sculptured and its natural wooden prints were vibrant, beautiful, and looking like a leopard and a fox at the same time—still, yet fascinating.
The yellow rosewood was a rare and valuable luxury item because it encompassed rich natural art and culture.
Si Yiyan was laying on the royal chair, of which the elegant lines of the arm and backrest enhanced his thin and slender frame, extending the elegant, graceful, and charming curves and lines.

You’re back!
Harshness seemed to seep through his mild voice.

Yup!
Gu Yuexi approached the royal chair slowly.

You came back slightly earlier than I’d expected.
Si Yiyan laid on the royal chair, his face, in the darkness of the room, presented a shocking paleness. His eyes were lightly shut as if he was pretending to sleep.

I was almost done with the matters over at Italy, so I came back.
Gu Yuexi stood still by Si Yiyan. With the dim lights shining on him, he looked so grand, almost like a royal prince who had walked out of a comic strip.
Si Yiyan’s hand was placed on the armrest beside the yellow rosewood royal chair, his fingers fondling with the intricate natural wooden prints on the armrest from time to time but not speaking.
Since he was silent, Gu Yuexi didn’t speak either.
The silence and stillness hung in the air. However, the atmosphere was full of chemistry and wasn’t dry.

Gu Yuexi, do you believe in the past and present lifetimes?
Si Yiyan slowly opened his eyes, lifted his slender frame from the royal chair, and walked towards the windows slowly. The dark glass windows enhanced his hazy silhouette.

I’m an atheist, haven’t you always known?
Gu Yuexi didn’t probe or guess about the reason for his question. He only needed to give his most honest and direct answer.
Si Yiyan looked at him with an extremely focused and serious gaze.
I’m telling you now that the past and present lifetimes exist.

He sincerely believed in it!
When Old Mr. Mo was critically ill, Wen Xinya expressed too many illogical emotions, unquestionably showing that there was an unspeakable secret buried deep within her.
He had tried numerous times to investigate everything that had happened to her but couldn’t find any leads.
There were too many speculations in his mind, but he had always lacked a definitive moment!
Just a few days ago, in the hospital, Xinya had used an indirect way to tell him just this!
It was the past and present lifetimes!
In this way, many things that happened to Xinya could be explained!

Is that so?
Gu Yuexi’s voice was cold, mild, and calm. He knew that his boss was an Asura who believed in Buddhism yet not practiced Buddhism, but instead practiced the ways of Asura based on bloodshed.
Such a person always had insurmountable benevolence, and at the same time, fear-inspiring ways.
The past and present lifetimes!
Such people would probably believe in them!
Si Yiyan laid back down on the royal chair. He speculated incessantly on Wen Xinya’s experiences in her previous lifetime.
When Fu Tianyang kidnapped Wen Xinya and injected drugs into her, Wen Xinya suddenly displayed signs of withdrawal of drug addiction. Although the doctor had explained that it was extremely possible that it had been due to trauma, in actual fact… in her previous lifetime, Wen Xinya had also been kidnapped, but unfortunately, she had gotten addicted to drugs.
Thus, when faced with the same incident, the fear buried deep within her was triggered.
When Old Mr. Mo was critically ill, Wen Xinya had expressed that kind of helpless and depressed emotions only meant that in her previous lifetime, Old Mr. Mo had also had a sudden myocardial infarction, and he had lost his life because of it.
Thus, all along, Wen Xinya had carefully taken care of Old Mr. Mo’s health with an emphasis on his heart.
When Wen Xinya saw Henry, her extremely hazy expression only went to show that she knew Henry and had once had disputes with him. Thinking about Henry’s profession, it was easy to imagine the meaning of this.
Probably… they had been estranged!
How did Wen Xinya know about her previous lifetime?
Was it a premonition or a rebirth?
Compared to the former, he was more in favor of the latter.
Only through true experiences would one present such violent emotions.
Drug addiction, the demise of a dearest person—he could imagine, in her previous lifetime… she had long been destroyed!
Si Yiyan retrieved two cotton purses, white and red respectively, slightly worn out and without any embroidery.
When I was young, Father had once consulted a revered monk to tell my fortune. The revered monk said that I have a grand life and am fated to live a lonely life.

Gu Yuexi said,
Obviously this revered monk might not be as powerful as what people thought. You met Miss Wen, how could it mean a lonely life?

Si Yiyan didn’t bother about Gu Yuexi. His fingers fondled with the two cotton purses.
When I was eighteen-years-old, I’d returned secretly and met that revered monk again. He gave me two cotton purses and told me… when I’m twenty-years-old, to open the red purse if I’ve met a woman that I loved and to open the white purse if otherwise.

Being young and frivolous, although he believed in Buddhism, he wasn’t blinded by it. Very quickly, he had forgotten about these cotton purses. This incident had also gradually become an unimportant detail of his life.
That was until the day at the hospital, the defining moment when Xinya told him about the secret that had been buried in her heart!
He had searched the entire Lishan mansion for these two cotton purses.
Gu Yuexi was slightly curious.
Oh. What did the cotton purses contain?


The red cotton purse contains a message: ‘Through thick and thin, until death does them apart.’
Si Yiyan fondled with the red cotton pouch with a mysterious expression.
Gu Yuexi asked,
What about the white cotton pouch?

Si Yiyan fell quiet and stood up from the royal chair slowly, his thin frame seemingly distant in the dark of the night and so hazy that it was almost frightening.
Gu Yuexi’s glasses flashed as he looked down on the slip of paper on the ground, bent down to pick it up, opened it gently, and saw the words on it:
Alone in desolation, fated to a lonely life!

The desolation expressed by the words made Gu Yuexi depressed for some reason.
The Atheism that he had held onto for more than twenty years, for some reason, actually shook and fell apart at this instant.