Who could have imagined that this dignified, stately ghost maiden would come across the sea only to act coy with this rootless, unbound ghost, Xiao Mang, before everyone's eyes!
Seeing the ghost maiden towering gracefully above them weep like pear blossoms drenched in rain, not only the Ghost King, whose wits had never been particularly clear, but even the ever-resourceful youth could not fathom what she was playing at. Of the three from Four Seas Hall, only the simplehearted little girl was moved by the unfamiliar elder sister's sorrow. Without realizing it, she grew miserable herself, and glistening tears gradually welled in her upturned eyes as she grieved alongside a ghost maiden she had never met.
In the end, it was Xing Yan who broke the silence of this rather baffling scene:
"Ahem!"
Clearing his throat, Xing Yan floated up from the sea into midair until he stood at roughly the same height as the two towering ghosts. He cupped his hands in greeting to the woman who was still weeping in the Ghost King's arms and asked politely:
"May I ask, elder sister, did you know Xiao Mang before?"
"..."
At Xing Yan's question, the white-robed ghost maiden sobbed softly a few more times before rising from the arms of the dumbstruck Ghost King. She lifted her long sleeve and wiped her tear-blurred eyes, then concealed her face behind it, seemingly touching up her makeup. Only then did she turn slightly toward Xing Yan and dip in a graceful curtsy, answering gently:
"Yes, young sir. Brother Xiao Mang and I knew each other a very long time ago..."
"Oh!"
"Then forgive my impertinence, but might you tell me who you are, elder sister...?"
As he asked, Xing Yan, too, was affected by her gentle, delicate manner, and his tone