"Miss Lei, you…" Xin Huohuo's eyes widened in shock.
Miss Lei didn't speak, just smiled at her.
So Xin Huohuo raised her hand again to touch the old woman's thin shoulders. But once more, her hand passed through empty air, touching nothing, as if the old woman before her was just a shadow.
But she could see the old woman so clearly, so real.
Unwilling to accept it, she tried again and again, but the result was the same.
Without a word, her tears began to fall. Having been an amateur ghost messenger for over half a year, constantly hanging around Black and White Impermanence, she'd be hopelessly stupid if she didn't know what this situation meant.
"How could this happen?" she sobbed.
