Qin Sisi turned to look back with concern, and sure enough, Jin Zhu's face was already filled with tears, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief as she looked at Ding Jiawang.
At this moment, she began to doubt. Was he truly the destined one bestowed upon her by Buddha? Was he really the lover she had waited for over a hundred years?
Seeing Qin Sisi remain silent for a long time, Ding Jiawang asked in confusion, "Master Qin, what do you mean by asking me these questions?"
Qin Sisi pressed her lips together, vaguely replying, "It's nothing, I'm just considering how to deal with Jin Zhu's ghost."
Ding Jiawang frowned and said coldly, "Harmful ghosts like these should obviously be completely eradicated, their souls scattered. Otherwise, they could harm people again."
Jin Zhu felt a pain in her heart as if being cut by a knife. 'Mr. Ding, I can't believe this is how you see me,' she thought.
