Even though there were two worlds apart and seven years of waiting, Aning still recognized Bai Zhiyi at a glance. Originally, the image shown in the bronze mirror was a bit blurry, and coupled with the dim light in the room, one could only roughly see her wearing a loose white dress, with her hair disheveled, looking ahead with a dull expression, her hands tightly hugging her knees, curled up into a ball. She, who was originally thin, became even thinner, as if there was no flesh left in her body, leaving only skin and bones.
Mrs. Tao held An Ning in her arms and was as calm as ever: "Ning Ning, do you believe in ghosts and gods?"
Aning was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer. In the past, Xiuxiu always pretended to be weird and spooky to scare her, but she was never afraid and thought it was a myth. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes today, I'm afraid she wouldn't have believed such an unbelievable thing.
When she really entered the realm where earth and water intersected, she realized that everything was just the beginning. She faced unknowns and surprises she had never experienced before. ． ． ． ． ．