Furious, The Ghost grabbed YiMing by the neck. She gasped, trying to catch her breath but the ghost gripped her as tightly as he could.
"You.....You better shut your mouth! What do you know?! How dare you talk rubbish before me?!" The ghost didn't want to listen.
He possibly wanted it all to be a lie. But within he was troubled by what she had said. He was trying to escape it all.
YiMing choked, struggling to breathe.
He didn't let go of her. His expression, and his eyes, all reflected fury, regrets, and fear. He felt insecure as he held the mortal's neck.
But after a while, he simply let go of her neck. He didn't know why he simply left it. But he did Anyways.
He looked down and sideways while he mumbled stuff to himself. "No...no...you don't..."
YiMing had just caught her breath. She was simply clearing her vocals and catching herself. "You...You really can't deny it...." She said as she looked up at him.
