At first, Yang Jian refused to go shopping with Miao Xiaoshan, but he could not withstand her enthusiastic tugging and persuasion. Before he knew it, he had agreed.
After all, she was Yang Jian's classmate.
From middle school through high school, they had not exactly been childhood sweethearts, but they had always gotten along well. Back when they were in school, Yang Jian, whose grades had not been particularly good, had copied Miao Xiaoshan's homework more than once.
But ever since the supernatural incident at Seventh High School, that kind of school life had been completely shattered.
Yang Jian had gone through a great deal during that time. He was no longer the student he had once been.
Miao Xiaoshan, meanwhile, had continued along the path of her life: studying, taking exams, going to university. If all went well, she would graduate in the future, find a respectable job at some well-known company, and, barring any surprises, meet some elite professional, get married, have children, and live out a happy, fulfilled life.
Walking behind her, Yang Jian looked at the youthful, beautiful, energetic Miao Xiaoshan without saying a word. In contrast, he was lifeless, cold, and emotionally detached, becoming more and more like a dead man. If nothing unexpected happened, he would either die in some supernatural incident or perish when the ghost within him revived.
And the living should not cross paths with the dead.
"Miao Xiaoshan, perhaps I should leave. I still have a meeting tomorrow," Yang Jian said after about half an hour of silence.
He made up an excuse to leave.
Inside the mall.
Miao Xiaoshan seemed not to hear him. She turned around, holding a new dress in her hands. "Yang Jian, do you think this dress looks good?"
"It's alright," Yang Jian said.
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