Song Zhiqing was seized by a desperate need to be believed; the moment he heard Jing Shui ask that, he blurted out the same question he'd just posed to Song Zhiyuan.
"Do you believe there is such a thing as Resurrection in this world?"
Jing Shui froze, a sudden chill crawling up her back, raising goosebumps.
Song Zhiqing stared straight at her, eyes wide, wearing a look that practically shouted: do you believe it?
Jing Shui drew in a breath, pondered a moment, then said, "Since ancient times there has been Pangu splitting heaven and earth, Nuwa creating mankind. Such legends have been passed down for countless millennia, and this world is so vast—if there is such a thing, it would hardly be surprising. This maid has also read some tales of the strange, and they even write of lone ghosts seizing bodies."
So Resurrection, though unseen, was not something that couldn't be believed.
Song Zhiqing's gaze flickered faintly. "So, you believe it as well."
