She finally understood that her past practice of not observing the moon or relying on its power was the right one.
"However... the handwriting here is similar to yours." Xu Cixi said, after a long time looking at the engravings on it, she suddenly spoke to remind him.
On hearing this, Yu Liang frowned. The lines of text had been read out by Xu Cixi, and he hadn't taken a good look when he pointed them out, therefore, he hadn't noticed that the handwriting was his own.
He walked closer to take a more careful look, the handwriting inside was drawn with a marker pen, and he recognized it as his handwriting.
Was it left behind by his past self?
Or was it an imitation of some ghost?
"You are hiding something serious from me." At this time, Xu Cixi also slowly distanced herself from Yu Liang, her eyes filled with caution.
Upon discovering that the inscriptions inside the coffin were identical to Yu Liang's, she could no longer suppress her growing suspicion.
