Lin Fan sighed and said softly, "For Ji Xun, perhaps it isn't a major problem. But his wife is a spirit body. If she never goes down below, she'll slowly become a wandering ghost."
[Su Su: When two people love each other, even death can't stop them from missing each other.]
[Horse-Riding Man: True love again. What a shame about Ji Xun's wife.]
[May Peace Bring Great Fortune: Looks like Ji Xun has thought it through. He wants to let his wife leave without worrying.]
"Master, you really are a true master."
Ji Xun took a taxi toward the cemetery on the mountain. As he rode, he said, "Actually, I can sense her presence. It's precisely because of that special feeling that I've been unwilling to let go."
"Now I see that I was wrong. I shouldn't be so selfish."
Four years had passed.
Every month, when he went to the cemetery and told the gravestone about his experiences, he always felt someone listening, as though his wife were still lying with her head on his lap, listening to him talk about his day.
Lin Fan said seriously, "If you go straight there now and explain things to her, I think she still won't leave."
"Because she stayed not only out of attachment to you, but also because she's worried you won't be able to live well all alone in this world."
Hearing this,
Ji Xun smiled bitterly. "I understand. That's why I'll make preparations so she can be completely at ease."
He took out another phone and sent a message to someone he knew well.
[Watermelon Roll Up: Master, isn't there any way you can let Ji Xun and his wife stay together?]
[Yangyang: Right! Master, you're so capable. Maybe you can bring Ji Xun's wife back to life.]