Miss Aqing stood gracefully by the window at the corner, holding a food box. She looked out at the midnight wind swirling in Beisang City, listening as Xu Chang'an's voice slowly faded away.
'Young Master... do you wish for an afterlife, for reincarnation?'
Nowadays, every word Xu Chang'an says, she listens to carefully, believing them to contain deep meaning.
Miss Aqing twisted her fingers together, revealing her inner turmoil.
If... the young master wishes for it, does it mean that this world inherently has an afterlife, inherently has reincarnation?
Miss Aqing's pale eyes trembled slightly.
In her journey to understand the world, and in Xu Chang'an's casual musings, which is closer to the essence of the world?
Without a doubt, Miss Aqing chose the latter, then gently leaned on the windowsill, tilting her head.
Yet, she indeed knows the essence of the soul, indeed knows... that a person's ultimate destination should be this world, not some reincarnation.
