"If the doctor can't help him, and he truly can't remember anything, then perhaps all of this is destined, it's the fate of him and the third young master. But what if he remembers everything?"
"I'm being selfish..." Qing Yi looked at Mu Han and said weakly.
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Netherworld
Ghost Market
"Didn't they say it's a ghost market? Why aren't there any ghosts?" Wen Xiao'ai picked up a ghost mask from a small stall and tried it on.
The desolate and eerie street, filled with a Tang Dynasty atmosphere, was enveloped in a grayish darkness.
Besides the two of them, there were no other figures in sight.
"Jun Moyan, look at me."
Wen Xiao'ai, wearing a ghost mask, suddenly turned to Jun Moyan, making claw shapes with her small hands, gesturing at him.
Jun Moyan chuckled and lightly knocked on her small head.
"Hmph, I can't scare you at all."
Wen Xiao'ai, losing interest, took off the mask and tiptoed to put it on Jun Moyan instead.
