To its surprise, the Pipa ghost had overheard the conversation just now.
The man's family had passed away.
The Pipa ghost suddenly understood.
Why the man it had met again no longer had those bright eyes he'd had as a child...
No wonder the man seemed as if he had something weighing on his heart.
It couldn't understand.
But it knew.
It had seen it happen so often.
Humans were always especially heartbroken and sorrowful when their family members or loved ones passed away.
The Pipa ghost felt a little regretful.
It was rare for it to meet the little boy from all those years ago again.
But the little boy was no longer the person it remembered.
The Pipa ghost froze for a moment.
It thought of a human expression.
Things remained the same, but people had changed.
So... that was what it meant...
The Pipa ghost followed the man after he got off work.
It was already dark.
A few scattered stars dotted the sky.
The man headed toward the subway station.
He didn't drive.
Ever since a car accident had taken the lives of his wife and child, he had never driven again.
He hated cars.
The subway station was brightly lit.
There weren't many people around.
The man looked stern and cold.
Under the overly bright lights, his deeply furrowed brows were perfectly clear.
He walked very fast.
He strode along.
The Pipa ghost kept a certain distance from the man.
It followed him onto the subway.
The train was almost empty.
Yet the man didn't choose a seat.
Instead, he leaned against the wall in the middle of the aisle.
His eyes were lowered.
His already gloomy air carried a hint of heaviness and exhaustion.
The Pipa ghost