"Have you seen ghosts?" she said as she tossed the book onto a high table nearby.
"You and Shen Songming..." Mo Heng looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
Seeing that he had brought it up, Pei Qin's expression gradually became serious, and her eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Mo Heng reached out to smooth her furrowed brow, caressing her small face, "Tell me, can you? I will take it to the grave."
Pei Qin looked at him with a complex expression, "Did Shen Songming tell you, or did you guess?"
"I had my suspicions early on." Mo Heng admitted his previous doubts.
Pei Qin's mouth twitched, and she got out of bed to pour a glass of water, "You're right! Shen Songming and I are what you understand as 'Borrow the Dead to Resurrect the Soul.' We are from the same place, both from the twenty-first century, a thousand years later. After dying inexplicably, we ended up here!"
