Chapter 1232 2.668 Is This a Dream?

My eyes were hazy, as if I was seeing people and things through a thin layer of mist.

The second young master stumbled and opened the bead curtain that was strung with golden beads in front of him. He looked at the pot of crabapples in full bloom on the shelf, and he seemed to be in a daze.

The white inlaid walnut wood bed in the bedroom, and the pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the desk next to them looked very familiar.

A pot of unfinished hot tea was emitting white smoke.

Why does this all look so familiar?

Outside the bead curtain, separated by a screen, someone seemed to be saying something.

The second young master came closer, and when he saw the vaguely familiar figure under the fluttering white gauze, he seemed to be hit in the heart by something, and he froze there.

This, this back... Why does this back look so similar to him?

I heard a soft voice chuckle and say, "Axin, you really like that woman and want to marry her. Don't forget your identity. Your father will never allow it. You marry such a good-for-nothing woman."

"If you want to marry, you should marry a woman from a noble family like me, right? That woman won't be of any help to you."

When the second young master heard the woman say this through the thin white gauze, he clenched his fists tightly for some unknown reason.

"Hey." A disdainful voice sounded.

The second young master suddenly widened his eyes and cast an electric glance in that direction.

He, where is he?

Is it in a dream?

Why does it feel like I am immersed in the scene, as if I am watching myself in the past life and talking to someone.

"Axin, you should show your attitude."

"You think too much." He heard his own voice coming faintly through the floating white gauze.

His mood at this time became very uneasy and complicated. He opened his legs as if he wanted to rush over and stop himself from saying the next words.

However, he seemed to be frozen in time and space, trapped in small spaces. He could only look at them, but could not touch or stop them.

Do not say! Stop talking! The second young master inexplicably felt as if his heart was about to be clenched.

It was as if he was looking at his past life and realized that if he continued to say those heartless words, something irreversible would happen.

"If it were you, would you marry a cripple with incomplete limbs as your wife?" The cold voice continued, "She is just a little pet I kept."

"It's natural for a pet to tease her when she's happy, and to leave her alone when she's unhappy. Just watch, she will obediently call me master in the future."

The woman burst into laughter, and the sound of laughter penetrated her ears like a demonic sound.

The second young master looked at everything in front of him with a blank expression, and saw someone pushing out a wooden wheelchair from behind the long cabinet.

The wheelchair rolled slowly, as if every step was stepping on the tip of his heart, causing him to shrink slightly in pain.

He heard the woman's laughter rise, and she said in a joking manner, "Axin, your little pet, I heard what you said."

He could clearly see the subtle changes in his expression under the moonlight of his previous life.

When he wanted to rush over and take a look at the person with his head lowered and curled up in the wheelchair, it seemed as if he stepped on nothingness and his whole body fell down.