Ning Zhaozhao ran all the way into the deep mountains and forests.

Her hair was disheveled, and she was dressed in snow-white...

Her bloodshot eyes made her look like a female ghost.

Ning Hong floated behind her, her brows furrowed.

A cold wind swept through the gloomy mountain forest, casting eerie shadows that resembled ghosts.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would have been terrified and wouldn't have dared to go any further.

Ning Zhaozhao ignored it completely and continued walking forward.

Until we reached Ning Hongze's tombstone.

"elder brother?"

She called out softly.

"I've come to keep you company."

Ning Zhaozhao reached out and touched the name on the tombstone. In that instant, she felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and she was in unbearable pain.

"Brother—I just had a nightmare."

Ning Zhaozhao leaned against the tombstone, wrapping her arms around herself.

“I dreamt that you disappeared. I searched for you everywhere but couldn’t find you. I asked everyone to help me, but no one was willing to help me. They said they didn’t know what you looked like. How could they not know? You are the young master of our manor! But they said they didn’t remember.”

As Ning Zhaozhao spoke, she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.

“I said I would draw you, but after holding the pen and gesturing for a long time, I realized that I had forgotten what you looked like. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember what you looked like.”

"Then, I woke up in fright. After waking up, I kept crying and I've been crying ever since. Brother, you love me the most, why don't you come to comfort me or console me?"

"I really know I was wrong. I don't like Yan Zhen anymore. Brother, please come back."

"Acha?"

"Don't do this, don't do this!" Looking at Ning Zhaozhao like this, Ning Hong wished she could just appear in her true form, hold her in her arms, and caress her tenderly. However, humans and ghosts are different.

In the original owner's memories, Ning Zhaozhao was bright and generous, full of vitality, but Ning Zhaozhao at this moment...

Her face was pale, her eye sockets were dark, and her lips were almost bloodless. Whenever she looked up, tears would fall in a stream.

Ning Hong quietly moved closer and stood silently beside her, looking at her with pity in her eyes.

"Brother, I miss you so much."

Why did I only realize how important you were after I lost you?

She pressed her lips to the tombstone and kissed Ning Hongze's name on it.

"0321, something doesn't look right about her."

How could such behavior possibly be a sibling relationship?

Could it be that Ning Hongze's sudden death triggered her?

"Hmm, I'm not quite sure about that—zzzz—"

0321?

Ning Hong called out softly, but 0321 did not answer. In his mind's eye, there was a crackling sound of electricity, a sound he seemed to have heard before.

0321?

0321?

"Host—buzzing, interference—buzzing—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Is there a magnetic field in this world that interferes with 0321?

What is it?

Someone was reborn?

Someone was reborn with a treasure?

It must be a more useful tool than the system, otherwise why would it block the system instead of the system blocking it?

Ning Hong thought to herself silently.

Ning Zhaozhao curled up and fell asleep against the tombstone.

Fortunately, this was deep in the mountains and forests, and few people passed by. Otherwise, with her face and figure, she would have been in great danger. Ning Hong squatted down, touched Ning Zhaozhao's hair, and took out a thick cotton quilt from his system space, covering Ning Zhaozhao with it.

The warm feeling suddenly woke Ning Zhaozhao up.

Ning Zhaozhao looked up in surprise and met Ning Hongze's face.

"you--"

"If you're awake, hurry back. Don't linger here."

With a "smack", Ning Zhaozhao raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Ning Hong was thrown to the side by her, but he could no longer feel much of her touch.

This head tilt was merely an unconscious action.

It doesn't hurt at all.

"Alright, we're done playing, let's go back now."

"I won't go back, I won't go back." After slapping her, Ning Zhaozhao suddenly threw herself into Ning Hongze's arms, clinging to her tightly.

"Brother, you haven't come back for so long! I've been calling you for so long, how could you treat me like this?"

"I--"

"You're not allowed to say goodbye, no, I won't allow it, I will never let you leave me."

"Ah—Zhaozhao, humans and ghosts are different, I am already dead."

"I know."

The body she was holding was cold, and her brother's face was cold too.

His heart had stopped beating, and his hands felt completely cold to the touch.

She had already killed her brother. The person standing before her now wasn't human, she was certain of it, but just seeing him was enough; whether he was human or ghost, it didn't matter.

Seeing her brother brought her a great sense of peace.

That bittersweet emptiness can be somewhat alleviated.

"I don't care. If my brother wants to leave, then take me with him. I can't take it."

She missed her brother day and night, and this feeling was driving her crazy.

"Zhaozhao? Listen to me, live well. If you live, your brother won't have died in vain."

“No.” Ning Zhaozhao shook her head vigorously. “I only want my brother, I only want my brother. I know I’m willful, I know I have a bad temper, and I know I always make you angry, but, brother, I just want you to be with me.”

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