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The bright moon replaced the setting sun, rising high into the sky, casting a silver veil over the entire land. This was the first snowfall since winter began, and the gentle moonlight blended with the pure white ground, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary tranquility and peace. Wei Ning, dressed in mourning clothes, squatted before the spirit tablet, staring blankly at the black butterfly formed from Ghost Paper. Ding Ying walked in, sighed, and said, "Husband, it's enough. It's been seven days. You've been like this for so long; I'm afraid you... People cannot come back to life. Please accept my condolences."
Ding Ying wore plain clothes with a white flower pinned at an angle in her hair. As the saying goes, "A woman should look graceful even in mourning," and at that moment, Ding Ying appeared particularly pitiful.
Wei Ning's voice was hoarse as he quietly asked, "Ding Ying, has it darkened again?"
Ding Ying nodded.
"How is Liu doing?"
"He's better now. I fed him some snacks, and he's asleep."
"Is there anything else?"
The room seemed to fall silent for a moment, creating an oddly awkward atmosphere.
After a long pause, Ding Ying sighed softly and said, "Is it... that from now on, I can only find you when there's something urgent..." She lowered her head, her eyes reddening as she fiddled with the hem of her clothes.
Wei Ning let out a long sigh and replied, "I really don't have the heart for this right now. Qiqi is gone, Master Wang is gone, and my grandfather... Even if something happened between us before, I think... you understand what I mean?"
Ding Ying trembled slightly and remained silent for a while before saying, "You remember..."
"Yes."
Another silence fell between them, broken only by the mechanical sound of Wei Ning burning paper in that empty spirit room.
"I know. I called you here for a reason, so don't worry, I'll leave once I'm done."
"What is it?"
"Your master, Wang Chuyi, entrusted me with a task before he passed away... He wants you to help him complete something..."
"Is it revenge?" Wei Ning interrupted Ding Ying, nodding. "Don't worry, I will definitely find Lin Lingsu. I swear I won't rest until this grudge is settled."
"No..." Ding Ying hurriedly replied.
Wei Ning frowned. "Then what is it?"
"He wants you to deliver his head to someone named Meng Ge..." Ding Ying's voice grew softer, until it was barely audible.
"What!" Wei Ning stood up in anger. "My master has already passed away, and the Miao People still won't let him go?"
"No, it's your master's own head."
Only then did Wei Ning remember the strange old man in embroidered shoes they encountered the first time he and his master visited Miao Village. His face twisted in horror as he exclaimed, "Are you saying I have to deliver my master's head to that Old Ghost so he can smoke it?"
"This is what your master instructed me to tell you. I'm just relaying his words; what you choose to do is up to you—however, I believe your master had his reasons for saying this at the end of his life. Wei Ning, you should listen to your master; after all, this is his wish."
Wei Ning fell silent. After a long pause, he finally lifted his head and sighed deeply. "Fine, after I take my grandfather home tomorrow, I'll make a trip to Miao Village and see what this old man really wants!"
With that, Wei Ning crouched down again, lighting a roll of Ghost Money and placing it in the fire pit to burn.
Ding Ying quietly grabbed a handful of Ghost Money from the side and stayed by Wei Ning's side. Suddenly, Wei Ning said, "Ding Ying, I want to be alone for a while."
Ding Ying trembled all over, tears nearly spilling from her eyes. She put down the Ghost Paper in her hands and whispered, "I understand."
With that, she stood up gracefully and slowly walked out. Just as she reached the door, Ding Ying suddenly spoke up, "Darling, I'm leaving..."
"Leaving? Where to?" Wei Ning asked, momentarily taken aback.
"Where can I go?" Ding Ying smiled sadly and said, "For wandering souls like us, the best outcome is to achieve Reincarnation. Soon, there will be a great calamity in the human world. The Underworld is granting a general amnesty for Ghost Realm this time, allowing wandering souls like us a chance at Reincarnation. If we miss this opportunity, it might be impossible for me to Reincarnate again."
Suddenly, Wei Ning felt a sharp pain in his heart but still forced himself to nod and say, "This is a good thing; congratulations."
Ding Ying cast a sorrowful glance at Wei Ning. He lowered his eyelids and continued to burn paper offerings.
"Don't you want me to stay?"
"Reincarnation should be the best outcome for you; I don't want to hold you back," Wei Ning said softly, still adding Ghost Paper into the fire pit haphazardly. The flames grew stronger, almost reaching Wei Ning's face, yet he remained oblivious.
"That's true; after all, you never cared for me," Ding Ying thought sadly to herself.
The hall was engulfed in a deathly silence until Ding Ying finally broke it. "Darling, will you see me off? I'm afraid that after I cross the Bridge of Helplessness and drink the Forgetfulness Soup, I won't remember you anymore. Won't you blame me then?"
"Silly girl, how could I?" Wei Ning forced a smile. "When I return from Miao Village, I'll send you off."
Suddenly, Ding Ying leaped into Wei Ning's arms and cried out, "Wei Ning, only I am allowed to forget you; you must not forget me!" With that, she sealed his lips with hers fiercely.
Ding Ying's lips were soft yet cold, a sensation that Wei Ning found oddly familiar. Memories of the three years spent with Ding Ying in Red Pearl flooded his mind, causing a pang of sorrow in his heart.
Their lips parted.
With tears mingled with a smile, Ding Ying looked at the man she loved and said, "Darling, I was unfortunate in life and never found the person I truly desired. That's why I couldn't bring myself to reincarnate. But in the end, fate has been kind to me, allowing me to meet you after my death. I am already content in this life. If there is a next life, I will cling to you tightly, ensuring no woman dares to take you away. Anyone who tries to steal you from me will face my wrath!" With that, Ding Ying playfully shook her clenched fist, breaking free from Wei Ning's embrace. She turned back to him and added, "Remember to see me off. It's a promise—if we don't meet again, it won't be for lack of trying."
And with that, she left, carried away by a gentle breeze.
Wei Ning watched as Ding Ying's figure faded from view, his heart aching like a needle piercing through him. This girl had been there for him when he was besieged by Dragon Tiger Mountain, bravely stepping forward to help him. She had risked her life for him, nearly burned alive by that ruthless woman Lin Lingsu. She had stood by his side even after he became a Blood Corpse, unwavering in her loyalty. It was she who sent dreams to Zhang Ye and others to save him. And ultimately, it was she who had appeared to protect him during his struggle with Lin Lingsu, despite the danger of being torn apart.
Such a woman had quietly guarded him all along without asking for anything in return—not even questioning whether he loved her.
If it weren't for Qiqi, such a woman would have been the perfect companion for a lifetime.
Qiqi... Qiqi... Wei Ning felt the familiar ache in his heart resurface.
Where are you?
With a long sigh, Wei Ning felt lost and forlorn.
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