As soon as Chi Shuyan mentioned Fu Shiyin's name, Zhou Manqing's face stiffened. She clenched her fists and her eyes turned red. It was a pity that ghosts could cry but couldn't shed tears.
Zhou Manqing thought of her deformed and terrifying appearance, and her hopes were instantly dashed. Anyway, she was already a ghost, and humans and ghosts walked different paths. They were doomed to not be together. Besides, she didn't want to disturb Fu Shiyin anymore. Maybe he was already married and had children. It was fine, as long as he lived a better life than she had.
