Yan Chixia lived in Lanruo Temple for three years and seven months.
Grandma occupies the backyard, Xiaoqian wanders around the front yard, and he occupies the east side hall, standing on three legs, each going his own way.
He knew that this female ghost was harmful to people, but he also knew that she was very picky about choosing people. Only those who deserved to die would die, and those who didn't deserve to die, she would always find a way to let go quietly.
That day, a grease dealer came. He didn't look like a nice guy, but the box contained medicine for disaster relief.
Yan Chixia leaned against the door frame, watching Xiaoqian make up the excuse of "official road diversion" to let her go, and then watching her grandma punish her with a three-day grounding.
The two looked at each other, but neither one said anything.
He narrowed his eyes and took a sip of wine, with only one sentence in his mind:
I understand what you mean.
Intention: Good and evil are not in the form, but in the heart