Ke Zhibin watched as Hen Nianzhen's soul faded, and his worried instructions slipped out, "If you need anything, you can dream about it to me. Since Miss Qin is so influential in the Netherworld, I will ask her for help, to make your time down there a bit easier.
Also, don't be too hard on yourself, finding a male Puppet you like to keep you company wouldn't be a bad idea, it's too lonely being alone."
Hen Nianzhen chuckled, "You better worry about yourself, don't let those little demons outside hook away your soul, and forget that you still have two sons."
Ke Zhibin guiltily touched his nose; there was no fixing his dark history, but in his heart, no one could surpass his old mother besides his sons.
Under his gaze, Hen Nianzhen's soul became increasingly faint.
As her soul was about to completely vanish, he shouted one last time, "Nianzhen, take care of yourself."
"Got it,"
