The little girl appeared once more within the dense fog.
Sometimes she stood to his left, other times to his right. Sometimes she reached out as if to hold him back, other times as if to block his path, all while muttering words Mo Ling couldn't understand.
Eternal life, eternal death, future, past...
She said she was one of Bai Zhou's clansmen, that a long, long time ago, she had fallen from the Memory World into reality. She had returned from death, transforming into this indistinct, dense fog.
But she was forced to forever maintain the appearance she had in Bai Zhou's memories.
Though they lived on forever, Bai Zhou's subconscious still knew they were long dead. And so, they remained in this bizarre state.
Figures began to emerge from the fog.
Old men, young men, women... They were all dressed in those familiar cloth garments.
There was even the young child who had attended "class" with Mo Ling. He stood by Mo Ling's side, looking up and timidly trying to persuade him.
