"I have to send away Congcong, but can't we..." Bai Yinman's eyes were full of struggle.
The little zombie demon she held in her arms looked at me, then at Bai Yinman, seemingly understanding yet not.
Her face was full of innocence, as if she were entirely unaware of the ways of the world, but I always felt she understood every word we said.
I cut off Bai Yinman's words, firmly crushing her slim hope, "We can't, Sister Yinman. The spirits of the dead get scorched by the breath of the living world, and the pain they feel is unimaginable."
"How could this be...so, has Congcong been in pain all this time?" Bai Yinman seemed to only just grasp the reality. Congcong, appearing so cute and well-behaved now, was already different from all of us.
Seemingly very close, in reality, we were two parallel lines that could never intersect again.
