Yan Jiu said the same thing to the young couple.
The little girl's mother wept as she stroked the urn, saying, "She always dreamed of going out to play. She didn't have the chance while she was alive, but we will do everything we can after she's gone... Once the burial plot is completed, please reserve a good place for my daughter. We would be eternally grateful."
Yan Jiu nodded in agreement.
Then I looked towards the little girl's mother's legs.
As she watched the little girl and her family leave, she reached out and stopped the little girl's spirit from following them.
The little girl's pale, ghostly face wore an expression of disbelief: "Pretty sister, you can see me?"
Yan Jiu simply said, "Strangers cannot stay in contact with you for long periods of time; at best, they will fall ill, and at worst, they will become bedridden."
The little girl, looking pitiful as she hugged her doll, immediately abandoned the idea of following her.
She lowered her head.
With a long face.
Yan Jiu gently pushed the little girl's spirit, leading her towards the cycle of reincarnation: "You have your own path to walk."
Before the little girl's spirit left, she looked up and asked, "Sister, will I ever see my dad, mom, and brother again?"
Look into those passionate eyes.
Yan Jiu couldn't bear to deceive him.
She turned her face away.
Yan Jiu simply said, "If we are destined to meet again, we will."
The little girl's spirit smiled.
She believed in Yan Jiu.
He waved to Yan Jiu.
He took one last look at his family with great anticipation.
The spirit embarked on the path she was meant to take.
Yan Jiu did not tell the little girl Yin Ling that the second half of the saying "If we are destined to meet again, we will be strangers" was "If we meet again, we will be strangers."
She gazed at the distant mountains shrouded in mist.
A sense of melancholy lingered in my heart.
Where exactly in this world is her senior brother? Does he still remember her?
Fate is cruel; she can judge anyone's fate, but she cannot judge her own and her senior brother's fate.
Even though Yan Jiu could control everything at her disposal, she couldn't manipulate those powers to find her senior brother.
This moment.
Yan Jiu's eyes were dark and lifeless.
Her expression was stiff and cold, like a faceless mask that imprisoned all emotions.
Only one person could stir her thoughts.
pity.
But that person wasn't there.
System: [Host, should we start preparing the "Five-Star Detective's" case now?]
Yan Jiu slowly came back to her senses.
She raised her hand to smooth her furrowed brows.
"No rush, no rush."
She seemed to be responding to the system.
It's like giving yourself a suggestion.
There's no rush to find my senior brother.
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