Now, Sister Lin was the only person in the world who always believed in her.
Xi Lin stared blankly at Feng Tianlan, her mouth agape. She only spoke after a long while. "Did you die?"
Feng Tianlan gently nodded her head and answered, "Yes."
"You died two years ago on April 12th?"
Feng Tianlan nodded again.
Xi Lin waves her hands. "Wait, I'm a little confused," she said. Then she paced up and down the temple, repeatedly uttering on her breath "she died on April 9th, the mourning was on the 10th, the burial was on the 11th, and her Imperial Brother returned on the 12th."
