Chapter 675 Be Her Fans
Kristina''s old fans flooded to thement section of the post.
People had forgotten many things after 26 years, including what they once loved. Most things were
fading away from their memories.
But those photos were all real. They were as pleasant and touching as they were 26 years ago.
Those performance videos recalled everyone''s memory of 26 years ago.
They remembered the young and lively girl standing on the stage, radiating, giving people warmth and
sweetness.
Thement section was full of sad and teary emojis. People missed Kristina so much.
Some young people didn''t have a full picture of the history, so they were confused when they first saw
thements.
They even scorned, thinking that it was merely a publicity trick.
They thought maybe it was some has-been star who wanted to turn her career around again, which
had happened a lot recently.
However, after they saw Kristina''s performance videos and her life introduction, they decided to know
more about her.
They gradually liked her because they found Kristina so charming and good at singing.
She was like a goddess.
When they learned that the goddess died at such a young age, they felt overwhelmed with pity.
They all became her fan, wishing they could''ve known them earlier.
However, being in the eye of the storm, Kristina had no idea what was going on.
She stayed overseas for the past decades, and Gentry was her onlypany.
She didn''t want to see any domestic news, especially the news about that guy, so as not to make her
calm mind state get stirred again.
Therefore, if she was cut off from the Inte and kept isted from the world.
She wanted to spend the rest of his life living there peacefully.
However, one day, her doctor told her that she only had three months left.
She then realized that the time was pressing for her.
She had thought about what she wanted the most within the short time she had.
In the end, she just wanted toe back.
She didn''t want toe back to take or prove anything.
She just wanted to go back to her familiar homnd, to smell the familiar sweetness in the air, and to
meet her acquaintances and beloved ones.
That was all she wanted.
She even felt blessed to have met Christine.
The woman Kristina had felt guilty for half a life seemed to be living a good life now.
Christine should be living a happy life. Kristina knew that her bark was worse than her bite.
She deserved a happy life.
Kristina was wondering how it was going for the other person.
She had struggled to see him or not; in the end, she decided to give up that thought.
The past was the past. Everything should have been ended that afternoon 26 years ago.
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She had already been reckless toe back, so she decided not to disturb them before she died.
However, someone would put her photo on the Inte.
Just by then, in the Nixon family''s house.
Chad and Christine were sitting on the bed, swiping their phones, which had be part of their daily
routine.
Chad didn''t have this habit in the past. He used to read at bedtime.
But he was told that people should learn more new things as they got older to catch up with the trend
instead of reading all the time.
The world was changing fast. He might be powerful and influential in the business world now, but he
could be left behind soon if he gave up learning new things.
Chad found that suggestion reasonable.
He didn''t like gossips on the Inte, but it was still good for him to go online and learn more about
young people''s lives and thoughts.
That was how the Chairman of the Nixon Group learned to swipe his phone.
Christine, on the other hand, often yed poker online before going to bed.
She yed it with her friends. Every time her phone rang, it meant that she had won or lost money for
real.
They made voice calls and yed several rounds every night before going to bed, or she couldn’t fall
asleep.
The couple had been used to this routine.
However, Christine wasn''t ying mahjong tonight.
Chad wasn''t going through the trending posts either. Both of them were holding their phones and
looking at a trending post on the entertainment gossip category.
It was the one who had leaked the news about meeting Kristina on the street.
Christine looked calm. After all, she had already met Kristina.
She knew that the post was genuine. She was alive.
It was Christine who had spared her life out of mercy 26 years ago.
But Chad didn''t know.
Seeing Chad''s shocked face as he swiped his phone, Christine''s eyes turned sullen. She then sneered,
"What''s wrong? Your old lover''s picture tied your tongue?"
Chad recovered from his surprise. He looked at her, then looked at the photo on his phone, and then
frowned.
"Those paparazzi had crossed the line! She''s dead! Why are they still making a fuss about this? Have
they no shame?!"
He looked mad as he spoke. Then he decided to have someone get rid of the post.
He was about to make the call, only to be stopped by Christine.
Christine looked at him and said with a smile, "What''s the rush? They have taken photos, and the
evidence is conclusive. Maybe she''s really alive. If you call them, aren''t you afraid that you''ll cut off the
only source?"
Chad frowned deeper upon hearing that.
"That''s impossible! I led the search and rescue team by myself back then. The sea area there was so
vast, without any life-saving system or inds near that shipwreck site, no one could survive for two
days after they fell into the sea."
Christine sneered and said nothing.
Chad dialed a number and told someone on the phone, "Go find out who posted the post about Kristina
online, and get it off the trending list as soon as you can! I don''t wanna see anything like this being
discussed online ever again!"
The person on the other end agreed and did what he was told.
Chad hung up and put down his phone, and then he found that Christine was wearing a cold face.
He was not a fool. His eyes strayed to Christine, and he immediately understood what was happening.
He exined earnestly, "Honey, don’t take this the wrong way. Kristina is your family, after all. She''s
already dead, and I don''t want anyone to use her name for fame."