I was at a loss, my mind completely blank.
In that instant in my dream, I had considered all sorts of possibilities. This was the one thing I hadn't expected.
I'd dealt with that spirit, but I hadn't delayed the disaster by even a minute.
Nothing had changed. The tragedy had still happened.
I couldn't help wondering: after I changed the whole world, would I open my eyes to find that reality had remained exactly the same?
Was this the truth behind the future Qiu Ziyang had shown me?
I hadn't become the King of Kings among ghosts, and I probably wasn't the mastermind behind everything. But after going through something like this, I would inevitably change my original way of thinking.
Reality was beyond saving. Maybe I should just accept it and make life better for myself, my family, and my friends.
Becoming a ghost was probably the most efficient way to make things "better."
A hand grabbed my shoulder and lifted me up.
I didn't resist. With my head lowered, I could see my own feet and another pair beside me.
I couldn't even summon the interest to look at Ye Qing.
Maybe I still wouldn't have been able to see him, but I didn't even want to try anymore.
This must be what it meant to be utterly crushed.
Strangely, my emotions were actually calm. I wasn't despairing; I just felt exhausted.
"Do you have a way?" I asked. "A real way—not something to fob me off with, or some lie... Ye Qing, do you have a way?"
As I spoke, I turned my head without thinking.
Ye Qing grabbed my head and forced it around, making me look out the office window.
He lifted me to the window, then pressed my face almost against the glass.