The notes are as follows:
Dear Mother, it is an honor to be your mother, to live under the same blue sky and white clouds, and to enjoy everything you and Dad have given me.
Thank you for smashing my favorite game console, so that I could study hard and become the top student in my grade.
Thank you for reminding me of what I need to do each day, like an alarm clock or a reminder. My schedule is very fulfilling, seven days a week.
Thank you for telling Yue Shan and the others that they shouldn't be friends with me. It was because I didn't have any friends that I was able to study hard and become the top student in my grade.
Thank you for teaching me that "silence is golden." I no longer want to talk much; after all, the more you say, the more mistakes you make. So I use all this time—when I'm not chatting or having heart-to-heart talks—to study, and that's why my grades are now excellent.
Thank you for keeping me away from entertainment and for telling me that studying is the most important thing, and grades are the most important thing.
Thank you for telling me that children born to parents from top universities are far more outstanding than others, both in terms of genes and their upbringing.
Thank you, Fang Chengyi's mother, who was always first in her grade and received the "Three Good Student" award every year.
However, I don't want to be called that name anymore; I don't want to be Fang Chengyi anymore.
Tomorrow, I will give everything back to you: the honors I've received in my studies, the envious looks from the other uncles and aunts, and even my life... I will give it all back to you, everything.
In my next life, I want to be a happy child.
—Do not think of me, who no longer has any name.
...
Wu Yue hadn't experienced this herself, and couldn't truly empathize, but she could judge the degree of Fang Chengyi's pain by observing the teardrop-shaped flames gathering above his head. The fiercer and larger the flames, the deeper the pain. At this moment, Fang Chengyi's flames were just like that.
She wasn't good at comforting people, so she patted Cuihua and made it sacrifice itself by jumping in front of Fang Chengyi to act silly, doing some exercises, dancing in the square, sticking out its butt, and poking his cheeks, which amused him.
Wu Yue thought for a moment and then added, "I know the King of Hell. When you go to be reincarnated, I'll try to talk to him and ask him to let you be reborn into a family where you can be a carefree child, okay?"
[Yanmei's Jealousy Warning]
[Haha, he's just a kid, and a younger male ghost at that, don't be afraid! He won't threaten Yan-ge's position as the main wife!]
I cried after reading Fang Chengyi's suicide note. It was so heartbreaking.
[The mother is depriving her child of freedom, turning him into a learning machine; it's exhausting.]
"Thank you, sister." Fang Chengyi only thought of Wu Yue as a Taoist priest with some skills since she could see him. As for her claim that she knew the King of Hell, he just listened to it, of course, without believing it.
To avoid offending Wu Yue, he forced a smile. Gentlemanly politeness and gentleness were ingrained habits in him.
"Now let's get down to business, look."
Wu Yue pointed to the problem she had discovered earlier.
Above the brown-red gate was a yellow paper. Anyone in this line of work could immediately sense the faint spiritual energy flowing from the yellow paper.
After the Lingyan Village incident, Wu Yue studied talismans extensively upon returning home. Therefore, she immediately recognized the purpose of the talisman on the door.
"The Soul-Locking Talisman can control the range of movement of low-level ghosts. The person who drew this talisman is of average strength, so the power of the Soul-Locking Talisman is not great. It is only because you are a newly created ghost that you are easily controlled."
Wu Yue said, "Also, I just saw two so-called survival talismans posted in your living room. Your mother said you wouldn't die and would be resurrected, and that's why. It's a pity, the energy contained in the talismans is extremely low, so they're useless."
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Dancing and wiggling your hips in front of a strange ghost,
How embarrassing!
Fortunately, Tie Zhu and Yan's father were not there.
Otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.
Fake smile paper doll :D
—From "Cuihua's Grudge Diary"
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