When Lin Tingwan woke up, she saw a solitary grave.
The inscription on the monument reads "Tomb of my benefactor Qiao Yue".
Her eyes widened suddenly, and a bloody memory flashed before her eyes: the sound of the paddle hitting flesh, her father's cold gaze, the blood spreading on the ground...
Lin Tingwan stumbled forward, fell to her knees, and burst into tears.
She remembered everything.
Her lover had long been beaten to death on her father's orders.
The Lin family's house was also engulfed in flames overnight.
The young cat demon stood beside her, instinctively wanting to help her up, but his outstretched hand passed right through her body.
Only then did he realize that he was now nothing but a soul.
His sins were too great to be redeemed. The only remedy was to dissipate all his cultivation to dispel the yin energy from Lin Tingwan and cure her illness.
He was a ghost cultivator, and when he exhausted his power, his physical body also turned to ashes.
Soon, he will be escorted to the underworld by the ghost messengers.
But he wanted to say a final goodbye to Lin Tingwan.
Lin Tingwan wept uncontrollably in front of Qiao Yue's monument. Now that she was awake, she had to face the painful reality that she was all alone.
Fuqu and Qianli watched with a sigh.
Lin Tingwan cried for a long time before slowly raising her head to look at Jiang Shumiao.
"Little girl, is this the monument you erected for Qiao Lang?"
Jiang Shumiao pointed to the cat demon's soul, "It's him."
Lin Tingwan looked over. Mortals cannot see ghosts, but she had been with the cat demon for six years, and the cat demon had used up all its power to cure her illness. She still had the cat demon's aura on her body, so she could see the cat demon at this moment.
"Who are you…"
Although it was cruel, Jiang Shumiao still told her the truth.
"He is the person who has been by your side for the past six years."
Lin Tingwan opened her eyes wide.
The cat demon lowered its eyes. "I'm sorry."
Lin Tingwan looked at him and finally found the shadow of the boy in front of her from bits and pieces of her memory.
No two people in this world are the same. Even if they look exactly alike, their personalities will be different.
Her beloved Qiao Lang was gentle and shy, and his smile was like a spring breeze. Even on his deathbed, his gaze towards her was tender.
Meanwhile, 'Qiao Lang,' who has been by my side for the past six years, has become more youthful and spirited, with a slightly melancholic demeanor.
However, she was in a daze at the time and failed to discern those subtle flaws.
Now, having awakened from the dream, I realize the truth.
Lin Tingwan was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. After a long while, she shook her head.
"I remember you saved me."
The cat demon kept its head down, knowing that it had originally gone there with the intention of killing her, and its purpose was not pure.
Whether they are ghosts or demons, they are ultimately different from humans.
"It's my fault that you're in this situation."
Lin Tingwan remained silent for a long time.
"It was I who dragged Qiao Lang into this mess, so it's only natural that you want to avenge him."
I shouldn't have saved her.
She had long since lost all will to live.
It wasn't just the death of her lover; it was that she couldn't take control of her own life and was forever just a puppet in someone else's hands.
The Lin family mansion is gone, but she has become a 'dead person'.
Jiang Shumiao saw the death aura on her body and said, "Big sister, human life is very precious. You are very lucky to have escaped death. You should cherish it."
Lin Tingwan gave a bitter laugh.
Everything started because of her, but in the end, she was the only one left to live.
How can she survive with so many lives on her shoulders?
The young cat demon hurriedly said, "It was your father who killed our benefactor, and it was I who burned down the Lin family mansion. You are innocent from beginning to end. This world is inherently unfair to women. You must live well, otherwise our benefactor will not rest in peace if he knows this in the afterlife."
When he mentioned Qiao Yue, Lin Tingwan's eyes flickered.
However, she could not completely let go of the fact that hundreds of lives had been lost in the Lin family.
Jiang Shumiao grabbed her hand, "Sister, Brother Bai Heng exhausted his cultivation to save your life. He is about to go to the underworld to bear his karmic consequences. If you have not yet reached the end of your lifespan and still have the will to die, your soul will return to the underworld, and you will be judged as having disrupted the rules of the underworld and will be punished."
Bai Heng is the name of that young cat demon.
When he was a pet cat, his owner named him Xiaobai because of his white fur. Later, he entered the path of ghosts, cultivated to transform into human form, and named himself Baiheng.
But no one knows this name, and no one has ever called it.
Because he quickly trapped himself in Qiao Yue's shell, and only today has he been able to see the light of day.
It can be considered a kind of redemption.
After all, he can finally be himself again.
After hearing this, Lin Tingwan subconsciously looked at Bai Heng, her gaze complex, "You..."
Bai Heng dared not meet her gaze, his heart filled with remorse.
"I imprisoned you for years because of my own selfish desires, and almost killed you. I owe you what I owe you, and I should repay it. Miss Lin, you are a good person, you should live well."
He smiled, his eyes sincere.
For some reason, Lin Tingwan shed a tear.
After six years together, she had someone else in her heart, but she still felt some gratitude towards the boy in front of her.
Bai Heng was taken away by the ghost messengers.
With nowhere else to go, Lin Tingwan was taken back to the inn by Jiang Shumiao.
Wen Zhixuan was quite surprised, "Didn't the princess go to catch demons? Why did she bring someone back?"
"She's now an unregistered resident, just like you were back then."
Jiang Shumiao's words silenced Wen Zhixuan. After a while, he asked, "You plan to take her with you on your journey?"
Jiang Shumiao nodded.
"Bai Heng transferred all his cultivation to her; it would be a pity if she didn't cultivate immortality."
Wen Zhixuan smiled and said, "Although I don't know the reason, I can tell that this young lady has not yet severed her ties with the mortal world. How can she concentrate on her cultivation?"
Jiang Shumiao retorted, "Your Xuanmen sect doesn't have a rule about being celibate and abstinent. Don't you have a four-year-old son yourself?"
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