Yan Sijue lifted his head: "Of course!"
"That's good." Lan Yueru nodded and sighed softly, "That day, I heard two caretakers talking about the death of the Old Man from the Yan Family... It was like the fog suddenly lifted... He really died, didn't he?"
"Yes."
"He finally died." Lan Yueru spoke quietly, her voice tinged with weariness, "My memories are still stuck in the Ghost Market... I originally wanted to die quietly, but unexpectedly that stubborn girl Xin saved me. Later, I just became muddled... But I still remember Xin, she often came to talk to me, though I don't remember a word she said. But I know that girl was always by my side."
"Mom..." Yan Sijue closed his eyes, as if unable to bear it, "I'm sorry..."
