"I don't know either. I've been living in a daze all these years, and I don't even know how many years I've been dead. Can you tell me what year it is now? I want to go see my son." The middle-aged Tao Ying looked at the female ghost with anticipation.

"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; what's the point of having a son?" the female ghost sighed.

"It's 2019 now. Judging from your clothes, your son must be gone," the female ghost said cautiously.

However, the female ghost accompanied the middle-aged Tao Ying for a long time, but they still couldn't find Wang Baojun. For a moment, they didn't know what to do.

"Why don't you come with me, or you can reincarnate. You have accumulated merit, so you can be reincarnated," the female ghost softly advised the middle-aged Tao Ying.

"Why don't you reincarnate?" The middle-aged Tao Ying looked at the female ghost and asked softly.

"I committed suicide, and my resentment hasn't subsided. How can I be reincarnated? I'm too busy running away from the ghost messengers to dare approach them," the female ghost said, her head bowed.

"Suicide?" Tao Ying, a middle-aged woman, was somewhat surprised.

"Oh, my name is Zhang Qian. I was a college student when I was alive. My parents weren't very capable, but they were both very good to me. I'm the only girl in the family. Although my grandparents were quite sexist and wanted my parents to have another child, my dad had a stable job and was afraid of losing it. He also felt that having a girl wasn't a bad thing, so he insisted on not having another child," Zhang Qian said, her head down.

"Isn't that great?" Tao Ying, who was middle-aged, knew about the family planning policy. At the time, Tao Ying was glad that she had five children. Otherwise, if she only had one child, the child would be so lonely.

Then I thought about my five children, and how none of them had ever done anything for me.

She still can't let go of Baojun, but will Baojun still remember her as his mother?

Sigh, what kind of mother argues with her child? Tao Ying calmed herself down again.

“My grandma looked down on my mom because of this, and she would constantly berate her every day. Later, my dad gradually softened and even wanted to adopt my eight-year-old cousin from my uncle’s family.” Zhang Qian’s eyes were a little red, but she didn’t shed any tears.

"Why adopt? Just have your own child. No one adopted is as good as your own." Tao Ying couldn't understand.

Even your own children can be ungrateful; can adopted children be any better?

Besides, that child is already eight years old; how could he possibly be properly raised?

“My dad didn’t want to lose his job. I was thirteen then, just starting junior high. My mom didn’t want to be adopted, so my grandma scolded her every day. My mom couldn’t take it anymore and even tried to jump off the building. Luckily, I had a stomachache that day and came home first.” Zhang Qian clenched her fists tightly.

Tao Ying gently hugged Zhang Qian, her eyes filled with heartache.

“My mom still couldn’t bear to leave me, so she didn’t choose to jump off the building. My mom asked me if I would agree to her divorcing my dad.” Zhang Qian hugged Tao Ying back.

It's true, it's been a long time since anyone has hugged me. I'm a vengeful ghost, and many new spirits are afraid of me.

Tao Ying didn't say anything; without a doubt, the child chose to support his mother.

"Of course I agreed. I've wanted to escape that family for a long time. My mom and I confronted my dad directly. If my dad insisted on adoption, then my mom would divorce him and take me away."

We had expected my dad to change his mind and either rescind the adoption or agree to it outright, but instead he flew into a rage, pointing at my mom and hurling insults at her, saying all sorts of vicious things about her. Zhang Qian still feels pain when she thinks about it now.