They Loved Me Most After I Died

The smartest thing Jiang Que ever did in his life was realize that everyone hated him. His parents didn't love him. Every month, they would bleed him to give blood to his twin brother. His foster brother was gentle and easygoing, but behind his back he would sneer that Jiang Que could never measure up to his brother. His childhood friend always comforted him when he was sad, but whenever Jiang Que mentioned his brother, he would scold him for being so vicious. Jiang Que hated everything here. He wanted to leave. A young master from a cultivation clan in the Upper Realm came to visit. Jiang Que overheard his parents talking and thought the young master might take him away. With nothing but a pretty face to recommend him, Jiang Que climbed into the young master's bed in the middle of the night and made a clumsy attempt to seduce him. Jiang Que clutched the blankets and cried all night. As he sobbed hoarsely, his heart brimmed with joy as he imagined his future. Then, not long afterward, he saw the young master's hand resting on his brother's wrist in the garden, as he gently asked whether he felt unwell. Jiang Que thought, He really is unlucky. Not a single person in this world likes him. He wouldn't like anyone who didn't like him, either. On the day Jiang Que died, the Jiang family lit bright lanterns for Jiang Anyu. His soul watched as he lay in the cold snow for three days. No one found him. No one came to claim his body. . Later, people heard that a family of cultivators in the mortal world had fallen for heretical teachings, stubbornly trying to resurrect the dead, even at the cost of harming their own child. The family's adopted son had gone mad. He grabbed people and insisted they were his younger brother, the one who loved him as much as he loved him. The child of a family close to theirs had also fallen to demonic ways, set everything ablaze, and rushed into the fire, never to be seen again. A wandering Daoist remarked that it was truly bizarre. Why else would Yun Shu, the Cloud Huai Immortal, who had only stayed as a guest for a few months, have completely lost his Daoist heart? Day after day, he went to the underworld to ask Meng Po whether she had seen a certain person, saying he had searched all of heaven and earth without finding him. Jiang Que, who had been reborn not long ago, gazed into the empty space ahead. In this life, his parents and siblings surrounded him with loving care, quietly shedding tears as they did everything they could to make him happy. Jiang Que thought coldly: Yes, Gui Yunshu has always been so calm and self-possessed. I wonder what got into him. Theme: .