"Then, let her come and see. How she died in front of her eyes, what it was like, come and see..."
He shouted to himself, his eyes filled with sadness.
Mo knew that he was not asking her, and she did not answer. She just stood quietly behind him, like every time in the past year.
For those spirit masters who died but still had strong love or hatred in their hearts and were reborn with such regrets, people like them should be treated with respect. Because he bears their sorrows. This is the exchange of price.
Silently, looking at the cello in the corner.
Conception: