The thought came out of nowhere, and once it surfaced, I couldn't push it back down.
I'd never thought about where souls came from or where they went. It was like the marvelous questions of where human consciousness came from and how thoughts formed. They seemed to need no answers at all—and as if they couldn't have any.
Wu Ling was silent for a while before saying, "No one has ever answered that question."
I fell silent too.
Wu Ling awkwardly steered the conversation back. "Anyway, that's more or less the situation. We can't solve these problems at their source, but your ability offers some hope. If something happens to you later, it doesn't mean all hope is lost."
"You mean if I die, there'll still be a chance to save me while I'm in that soul state, right?" The corner of my mouth twitched.
"Yes," Wu Ling replied frankly. She wasn't joking or trying to encourage me.
All I could manage was a dry "Oh."
If I really ended up in that situation, I didn't know how I'd react. No matter how I looked at it, it wouldn't be pleasant. I might end up like Ye Xin, gradually giving up on every attempt until I became a ghost no one ever discovered.
After hanging up with Wu Ling, I gathered my things, checked the time, and headed out to pick up my younger sister.
She'd already returned from abroad, and today she'd gone to attend Yi Huan's funeral.
A few girls had arranged to go together and come back together, then split up outside their old middle school.
I walked there, reminiscing a little about my own middle school days. Most of what I remembered came in scattered fragments: a word or two from a teacher or classmate, a