Yan Weiyi never expected that Pan Guoliang's bag not only contained hair ties, but also a comb.
At this moment, he was combing Panpan's hair as she sat on the bench.
"When you get back, wash your hair properly; only then might Xiao Yan overlook it," Zhang Qiu Fang said lovingly from the side.
Only Pan Guoliang still looked at Yan Weiyi with a wary expression.
Hearing her mother's words, Panpan looked up at Yan Weiyi and gave a wide, cheerful smile.
"After people die, they don't just disappear; souls still exist. So I've always been here, it's just that you couldn't see me..."
"Panpan, do you know how much it pains me to see you like this..."
"But I'm a ghost; humans and ghosts have different paths. You couldn't see me or hear my voice, and that time was especially tormenting..."
"Until this morning, I met a Ghost Messenger, and by chance, saw the Qiong Province Governor. He is the Divine who oversees the Qiongzhou Netherworld..."
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