Reminiscing only brought bewilderment, and sorrowful tears soaked her lapels.
The dead could not return to life; in the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed.
Lan Caijie looked at the carved words on the rock, wanting to recall the young lady's appearance and voice, yet she found them somewhat blurred, always impossible to see clearly.
The memories seemed like yesterday, yet also as though an unimaginably long time had passed, leaving many of them in disarray.
At last, she woke from her tears, then knelt before the rock and performed a solemn kowtow. She knew that after seeing it this time, she might never have another chance to return and visit the young lady.
But the young lady had already become bones, while Lan Caijie herself had become a Spiritual Body. What was there left to cling to? So let this be a final farewell—to the young lady, to her younger sister, and even to her own past.
"Alone here for a thousand years... would she have been lonely?" It seemed she was asking Chen Mo, or perhaps asking herself. In any case, Chen Mo did not answer and simply sat there in silence.
Lan Caijie did not wait for his answer and continued, "Perhaps the young lady was reincarnated long ago. She was beautiful and kind-hearted, and she did so much for the Imperial Court. Wherever she went, she would surely have been treated well."
Chen Mo still said nothing. This was not a suitable time to interrupt. After all, he was neither Yama nor in charge of the dead, much less did he have that monkey's ability to visit the underworld and gather information.
For a time, the scene fell silent once more. The sky gradually darkened, leaving only the sound of the wind and