"Are there ghosts in this world?"
"I can tell you, there are none. What exists in the world are merely people's lingering obsessions after death. Those obsessions affect the surrounding magnetic field, making people see what shouldn't be seen."
Ling Yun said while shaking his head.
The old woman's heart trembled, and she immediately asked, "Are you a god with vast and boundless divine powers? Can you take me to see him? Whether he is alive or... I just want to look at him one more time."
"Mm-nah, how do you know my daddy is a god? He is super amazing. Do you know Journey to the West? He can bring the dead back to life, and he's so awesome that even Taishang Laojun has to call him master."
Ling Yun: "..."
The old woman: "..."
"Qianqian, don't go around bragging for no reason."
"I didn't at all, I'm telling the truth." The little one replied earnestly.
"If you truly wish to see him, you will naturally be able to see him, as long as you want to." Ling Yun turned his head and smiled as he looked at the old woman.
The old woman looked at Ling Yun, then looked at the little one, and slowly closed her eyes, thinking of that him within her heart.
When she opened her eyes once more, it was no longer the observation deck, but a birch forest. That him in her heart remained exactly as he had been in the beginning, waiting for her right there.
"You... have returned?"
The old woman stayed rooted to the spot. Her eyes held no tears; she merely stood there quietly watching, quietly smiling foolishly.
"Mm."
"Heh... You are not him, not him." The old woman smiled.
"He has always been inside your heart, never leaving.