Mo Roulan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
'It will be alright. You can do it.'
She said to herself inside her heart.
If she tried to put aside everything from her past life then she would be able to pass this night quite easily.
But it was easier sad that done.
Standing outside the closed door of Mr. and Mrs. Zhu's house, Mo Roulan suddenly wished to not have the memories of her past life.
It was very rare for her to wish for such a thing because Mo Roulan cherished her coming back to life again with her memories many times. After all, it saved her from taking many wrong decisions.
But sometimes the pain from the past life starts to seem heavier than anything else.
At that moment, she would wish to forget everything.
Mo Roulan glanced down at her brother who was standing beside her.
She was holding his hand firmly and tightly as if she was afraid that someone would steal him away from her.
