A Jing was a woman living in the past. No one mentioned her original name anymore.
Over the past several decades, she had always been a very marginal figure. Perhaps that had something to do with her personality—quiet.
Likewise, there was little remarkable about her appearance. The only memorable feature was her eyes.
A Jing's features were ordinary, but her eyes were like flawless mirrors, without the slightest impurity or dust. They resembled a clear spring, filled to the brim with serenity.
Even looking into those eyes could bring a long-lost sense of calm and stillness.
Tong Guan had not understood this when he was young, but now that he had grown into an adult and experienced no fewer things than his elders, he finally understood deeply when he saw his mother's eyes again.
The mother before him was exactly as he remembered her.
She always stood silently to one side. Though she never said a word, her gaze never left him, and a gentle smile always rested on her face.
Tong Guan stood beneath the Altar Table, breathing in the scent released by the incense stick. His eyes remained fixed on his father and mother, while his hand reached toward the Altar Table above his head.
At present, the family of three had finished dinner and celebrated a birthday, basking in harmonious happiness.
Yet within this warm scene stood an extra, adult Tong Guan, along with a memorial portrait meant for worship.
A pane of glass separated two identical faces, forcing them to meet each other's gaze in this awkward manner.
On the Altar Table in Unit 1002, there had always been only Tong Guan's Memorial Portrait, whether in the Yang World or the Yin World.
After seeing his own memorial portrait, Tong Guan let out a long sigh