"Why are you so awkward?" He gently stroked her cheek. "I just met you after you died. The scenery is no different from that of ordinary people."

"But I've been dead for three hundred years, so am I much older than you?"

He chuckled, "You can't say that. In my glorious memories, it's already stuck in your most beautiful year. Time has never changed you; you are still that girl... who just came of age."

"You're so good with words." She hugged his waist happily, feeling a warm glow inside. But soon, a question popped into her head, "What was that cemetery we saw that day...?"

"I suspect those are painful memories buried by Fengguang. I've checked the historical records; three hundred years ago, all 132 members of the Xia family perished in a flood caused by a dragon." He paused slightly, then tenderly kissed her lips. He softly continued, "Fengguang once erected tombstones for these people in her own world. But as time passed, you gradually forgot their names, and the names on the tombstones faded away. Those rag dolls…"

“I understand.” She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes. “I made those rag dolls too. I erected tombstones for every dead person and made rag dolls, but later… I forgot them all.”

"This is not your fault."

"If it's not my fault... then why am I the only one who's become a ghost?" she sobbed. "My parents are gone. Why can they be reincarnated, but I have to keep wandering this world as a ghost?"

He patted her back gently and sighed, "To become a ghost, one must still have unfulfilled wishes, regrets, or hatred..."

"Really?" She blinked. "But I don't know if I have any regrets or hatred..."

"It's okay, forgetting about these things is a good thing for you."

"But... what about what you said about helping me regain my vitality?"

“I begged the patriarch,” he said with a smile. “He is my master’s master. He said he was willing to help me, as long as I can find a elixir that can bring me back to life.”

A mist welled up in her eyes again. "You lost a hand while looking for this?"

“Fengguang, I’ve found him,” he said. “No one who has ever entered the abyss has ever come out alive, but I’ve only lost one hand. It’s a very lucky thing. Once you are back in life, we can be together without any obstacles. We will get married. You like children, so we will have another child.”

"Can I really... be brought back to life?"

“Of course.” He smiled and kissed her again. “If Fengguang cannot be brought back to life, then I will become a ghost to accompany you.”

"I don't want to!" she grabbed his hand. "I want you to live, to live well."

“We will live together.” He pressed her back closer to his body and whispered in her ear, “I promise you.”

Mo Qing was injured, and he couldn't stay on the cold snow mountain for too long. After one night, Daoist Zhiwei went up the mountain himself and told Mo Qing to go back.

Mo Qing was reluctant to part with her, and as he was about to speak, Zhiwei knew what he was thinking and said directly, "You know that the spiritual energy of the Linglong Pool is beneficial to her. Letting her stay here is the best thing for her."

"Mo Qing, you should go back and recover from your injuries first," Feng Guang said with a smile. "Come see me again when you're healed."