After finishing dinner early, Yang Jian saw how restless Wang Haiyan was and decided not to delay any longer. Though he knew Wang Shanshan's situation was not urgent, he still had to be considerate of a parent's feelings.
After all, he had grown up in a single-parent family too and understood a mother's feelings very well.
"Sister Jiang, keep Aunt Wang company for a while. Wang Shanshan, come upstairs with me. I'll deal with your problem first," Yang Jian said as he stood up.
Wang Haiyan's eyes immediately lit up, and she hurriedly urged her daughter to follow him.
Wang Shanshan still looked utterly indifferent, as though nothing concerned her. She merely gave a soft acknowledgment before following him upstairs.
Only the footsteps of the two of them echoed through the quiet stairwell.
Yang Jian, walking ahead, said nothing. Wang Shanshan, following behind, remained silent as well. The atmosphere felt somewhat strange.
"Maybe I shouldn't have turned you into this in the first place. Then you wouldn't have become neither human nor ghost," Yang Jian suddenly said, stopping and turning back to look at Wang Shanshan.
They had been classmates for three years in high school. His relationship with Wang Shanshan had not been especially good, but it had not been bad either. They had occasionally spoken before.
But after the supernatural incident at Seventh High School, the few survivors had become especially close.
Still, of the seven people who had left the school alive, few had met a good end. He had become a Ghost Tamer, Zhang Wei had died once, Zhao Lei only had a body left, Wang Shanshan had become neither human nor ghost, and Miao Xiaoshan had transferred to another city to take the college entrance exams.
"You can't blame yourself. If you hadn't done that