The voice was extremely soft and thin, carrying the girl's last warm and trembling breath before she died:
"Baoyu, Baoyu, hello..."
The last word "good" hung in the air, like a wild goose call that had not yet fallen, but was cut off.
Su Mu's heart suddenly shrank.
"How are you?" A wandering soul came over and asked in a low voice.
An old soul in a long gown pondered for a moment and then said: "You are so pitiful."
The fragments did not light up, but became darker, and the edges were curled up a bit.
"You're so confused." Another female soul tried.
The fragments became darker, and the blackness spread toward the center.
"You are so heartless."
"You are so cruel."
"You take care of yourself."
The sounds continued one after another, but the fragments became darker each time, as if those wrong answers were draining the last life out of it. It shrank into a dusty slag that no one dared to touch anymore, just like an overburned medicine dregs that would turn into fly ash with just a slight twist.
Su Mu stared at the fragments and spoke softly:
"Baoyu, Baoyu, hello... Take care of yourself."
