"Xiao Yue..."
Zhang Zhonghe wiped the corner of his mouth with a sense of indescribable relief. Years of illness had tormented him to the verge of madness, stripping away his will to live.
At this moment, he felt alive again, like gulping down ice water on a scorching summer day.
"Xiao Yue, Mom said you died. I thought she was lying to me. I went to see Grandma, and she also said you died..."
The grandma Zhang Zhonghe referred to was actually Xiao Yue's Grandma Yin. He had been used to calling her grandma since he was a child with Xiao Yue.
"Well, Aunt Wang didn't lie to you; I'm a ghost now," Xiao Yue said with a mischievous tone.
But Zhang Zhonghe wasn't scared. Instead, he touched himself curiously and asked, "Am I dead too?"
However, the touch and warmth from his palm didn't feel like death, so he asked with some confusion, "Why does it feel just like being alive?"
