"I think it’s nice, being able to always stay with my sister. Don’t you want that, Sister? And if I get reincarnated, I won’t rember you in the next life."
"If you could always be with , of course I would be happy, but in the Six Realms, the most cautious and careful beings are ghosts, and your situation is even worse than a ghost’s. I don’t want you to always live in darkness, don’t want you to have only as a friend, don’t want you to only be able to talk to . I want you to be like , like everyone else."
Though she had never experienced life-and-death partings or witnessed the sufferings of the human world, Wen Xiao’ai, who had grown up under various protections, couldn’t bear to see others suffer.
Especially a boy like Baozi, whose appearance alone was pitiful enough to break one’s heart.
The boy smiled, his smile carrying a hint of helplessness and sorrow, and in his eyes, there was a glimr of hidden hope.
He too wished to be like this sister, to be like a normal person, but...
"But Sister, you forgot, didn’t you? We ghosts, we were once human too. The eight hardships of the human realm, the partings, the joys, and the sorrows, we’ve actually experienced them all. It’s just that I don’t rember them anymore. It’s not that being human is all that great. They get sad, get hurt, get bullied, and betrayed."
"You should think about the positive side. I can go to the Netherworld and ask King Yan for help, let him find you a good protective household, let you have a good reincarnation, and be happy in your next life."
The boy smiled, his heart filled with longing, but he still dared not have too many illusions.
"Sister, I t a sister in the Netherworld before who was also very beautiful. Like , she only had a wisp of a lingering soul. Unlike , she retained so mories from her life."
"It really was only a little bit, but it was enough to make her suffer every mont so much that she wanted to die, no, I can’t say die since she was already dead... She was truly frantic, searching for any way to disappear from this world. She didn’t even want to be reincarnated and beco human again, for she feared suffering the sa fate."
"She tried every day to find ways to lose her mory, even yearning for her existence to vanish completely. She begged King Yan, begged the Ghost ssenger, she even went to provoke those malevolent spirits. She really tried everything to get rid of that part of her mory..."
"Even in death she was so tornted and without release, I almost dared not listen to what misfortunes she had encountered when she was alive. She was so young yet so desperate."
"She was reluctant to talk about her past life with anyone, and day after day, that mory tornted her into collapse. Seeing her in so much pain, I hoped she could co to the Human Realm like , to see the sun, and then disappear under it, completely vanish, never again to suffer..."
When the boy spoke of the female ghost he had once encountered, his tone was full of sympathy and pity. Every ti he thought of her desperate predicant of wanting to live but not being able to die, he was very afraid, not daring to confront his own past experiences.
"To be honest, I really want to recover my mories, really want to know what kind of person I used to be, how many good friends I had, how many family mbers loved and cared for . But I’m also afraid. I’m afraid that my life before wasn’t as good as I imagine, I’m afraid I wasn’t really a good person."
"That’s not true, Baozi. You have to believe in yourself. Bad people will always be bad wherever they go, but good people will always be good." Wen Xiao’ai said, reaching out to touch the boy’s head, which wasn’t really touchable.
The boy smiled, knowing they were words of comfort, but he felt truly grateful to Wen Xiao’ai in his heart.
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