Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 895 - 891: Mother and Daughter

"Dou Dou, Duoduo..."

The two Ruan sisters were pleasantly surprised to see their little friends.

"Oh?"

Dou Dou turned her head drowsily at the sound.

By now, she and Duoduo had already "changed" into their flower girl outfits.

Seeing the little sisters she just met, Dou Dou immediately waved to them.

The two Ruan sisters quickly ran over.

"What are you doing here?" Ruan Xiaotong asked curiously.

"We’re going to be flower girls for Sister Ruan, so of course we should be here," Duoduo replied.

"No, what we mean is, how did you get here before us, and even changed clothes?" Ruan Yuxi said in amazement.

"We flew over, of course," Dou Dou said nonchalantly.

Duoduo, hearing this, kicked her lightly with her foot, signaling her not to speak nonsense.

"It’s fine, it’s fine..." Dou Dou waved her little hand, showing a nonchalant attitude.

Sure enough, the Ruan sisters, after hearing this answer, said with disdain: "Bragging, flying over, let’s see you fly then."

Dou Dou turned to look at Duoduo, spreading her hands out, her expression seemed to say, "See, I knew they wouldn’t believe."

She didn’t really intend to prove she could fly, just held Duoduo’s hand, walking back and forth along the "catwalk" in front of them, her little face full of pride: "See, we’ll walk along here in a moment, then cross that little stone bridge, and finally go up to that platform—and then we’ll scatter petals!"

Actually, it wasn’t any catwalk; the entire wedding venue was set up to look like a traditional Chinese setting with small bridges and flowing water: a path paved with bluestone slabs stretched forward, with a few pink petals floating in the bubbling stream beside it, a few exquisitely styled rocks planted with verdant grass and trees, and occasionally a light fog drifted in from a dry ice machine, wrapping around the grass and stone bridge, looking like a fairyland from a distance.

On the other side, Jiang Yingxue had just finished greeting some guests, turning to see a few children playing by the "catwalk."

Her gaze inadvertently swept across the venue and saw the makeup artist sitting at the side door playing with a phone, her brows slightly furrowing.

Ideally, the makeup artist should be touching up the bride’s makeup at this time. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

She thought about it and realized that most of the guests she needed to greet had arrived, so she adjusted the qipao she was wearing and walked toward the makeup artist.

"Where’s the bride?"

Jiang Yingxue’s voice was gentle, yet carried a hint of urgency, hard to perceive.

The makeup artist heard her voice, stood up immediately, pointed to the room next door, and said somewhat unnaturally: "The bride and groom are talking inside; they asked me to wait outside for a while."

And she was wondering in her mind: With the ceremony time approaching, what could they have to talk about that couldn’t wait until they get home, forcing her out of the side room?

The more she thought, the more curious she became, even letting her imagination run wild—perhaps the couple was playing some romantic little tricks with their wedding attire inside?

"At this moment, what can’t wait until you get home?"

Jiang Yingxue lightly frowned, stopped asking the makeup artist more questions, turned, and twisted the doorknob of the side room, walking in.

The side room was larger than she imagined, with a spacious living area outside containing a few soft sofas and a coffee table.

Further inside was a small compartment with a makeup mirror, makeup table, and even a small bed in the corner, clearly intended for the couple to rest.

This hotel primarily hosted wedding banquets, so it’s naturally equipped with very comprehensive facilities.

As soon as she stepped into the side room, Jiang Yingxue vaguely heard the voice of her daughter, Ruan Hongzhuang, from inside. She was about to call out to urge her daughter to prepare when suddenly another voice reached her ears.

The voice was both unfamiliar and hauntingly familiar, like a small hammer lightly tapping her heart, making her freeze on the spot, her breath slowing.

"Our Ruan Ruan is really the prettiest,"

That voice was warm and loving, with a hint of a choke in it.

"I never thought I’d be able to watch you have a wedding someday."

Grandma’s fingers gently brushed Ruan Hong’s cheek, the little girl in memory had finally grown up and was getting married.

"Hehe, Grandma," Ruan Hongzhuang’s voice was full of joy, like a sweet candy.

"There are still many days ahead, you can always watch over me!"

Even though she had talked with Grandma for so long in the morning, seeing Grandma still made her want to talk endlessly.

"Yes, yes,"

Su Xiu’s voice was full of satisfaction.

"Xiao Shen is a very capable and good child; Grandma surely wasn’t wrong about him at first. I remember when I first met him, I knew he was a good young man who could take care of you and one you could entrust your life to..."

Outside, Jiang Yingxue finally slowly came to her senses, almost certain that the person inside talking to her daughter was her own mother, Su Xiu.

She pressed her lips tightly, feeling her body tremble slightly, step by step, slow yet determinedly moving towards the inner room.

She remembered her younger self: once reckless, once rebellious, once arguing with her mother with faces flushed bright red over a whim, intentionally avoiding her mother for many years.

But she knew in her heart that her mother never wronged her—her mother gave her the best life, pouring all her love into her; even when they had disagreements later on, her mother never truly let go of her.

With age, especially having a daughter herself, Jiang Yingxue increasingly understood her mother’s feelings back then.

Yet the two of them were both so stubborn, neither willing to be the first to bow and give in, so over the years, their relationship remained lukewarm like a cup of tepid water, without much fluctuation.

She wasn’t without efforts.

She sent Ruan Hongzhuang to her mother hoping to ease the mother-daughter relationship through the child.

Her mother indeed fulfilled her responsibilities as a grandmother, giving all the love to Ruan Hongzhuang, providing her a childhood full of love; yet the barrier between her and her mother was never broken, their relationship remained as calm as water.

Jiang Yingxue understood deep in her heart that perhaps when she left the family that nurtured her and her mother resolutely for Ruan Xiangqian, it broke her mother’s heart.

Later, it turned out her judgment was right; Ruan Xiangqian indeed was a trustworthy person for life, but the hurdle in her mother’s heart never surpassed.

It wasn’t until her mother suddenly passed away that accumulated years of resentment dispersed in an instant.

Jiang Yingxue was wrapped in immense regret—she remembered her mother countless times in her nights, filled with self-blame: why couldn’t she put aside her pride back then and say "I’m sorry" to her mother?

After knowing Shen Siyuan and realizing that ghosts truly existed, she secretly wished.

Could her mother have remained in the mortal world in some way, silently staying by her side?

But she never heard anything about her mother from Shen Siyuan or Dou Dou, over time, only disappointment was left in her heart, yet somewhat relieved—her mother was too perceptive to be stuck in the mortal world for herself, unwilling to leave, right?

Such thoughts flashed through her mind like a lantern, Jiang Yingxue stepped apprehensively to the door of the inner room, while thinking.