"When she left, I was by her side..." Yeh Huang quietly said.
Xia Yanxin stared at Yeh Huang in shock... It was a very tall banyan tree, lush and towering, the sunlight filtering through the leaves and branches, casting dappled shadows on Yeh Huang. At this moment, he emanated an ethereal glow, as if penetrating through time, seeing beyond the boundaries of life and death. Yes, he was like a Soul Ferryman; the mysterious deaths of those around him always seemed to have his presence... It took her a long time to come to her senses, "Left? Or passed away?"
A few simple words carried a careful reluctance, as if the truth was wrapped in delicate feathers. Even though it was clear, she refused to face or peel away the last layer of cover.
