Jiang Nian froze a little when she heard the young woman's translation.
Someone important to her would leave her again?
What kind of prophecy was that?
Looking at the young married couple's sorrowful faces, Jiang Nian asked in bewilderment, "Are Village Chief's Grandma's prophecies really that accurate?"
Why did they both look as though the prophecy had already come true?
The young man nodded solemnly. "The chief rarely makes prophecies, but none of the things she's foretold have ever been wrong."
Jiang Nian didn't really believe in supernatural stuff like this, but she had crossed into another world herself. Perhaps it wasn't impossible?
After thanking the two of them, she walked back with her head lowered.
[88, do you think Village Chief's Grandma can really predict the future?]
And who was that important person who would leave her again?
88 paused for a moment. Rather than answering Jiang Nian directly, he asked her another question:
[How long do you think it takes to get over the loss of someone important to you?]
Over the course of a lifetime, people encountered countless others. Some received no more than a passing glance before their eyes moved on, and that was the only time their lives would ever cross.
Others accompanied them over mountain after mountain, through journey after journey. The memories and feelings they shared weighed heavily on their hearts, reminding them of their presence and their weight.
Perhaps, as time passed, some people would pick those things up one by one and cast them into the wind, until they could no longer remember what they had looked like.
Yet others would keep adding new things while stubbornly leaving the old ones quietly in place, as though they had never gone away.
Which kind was the person before him?
Hearing 88's question,