My name is Huiyi. I was sixteen when I died. I have been wandering in this palace for more than sixty years. Until he showed up. I know that the person I am waiting for has arrived. "I met you when I was eight years old. It's been eleven years, more than four thousand days and nights, and it still hasn't warmed your heart even a little bit? Or, Ah Que, do you have no heart at all?" He looked at me, his frustrated eyes full of abyss. It felt like I had been cut into pieces with a thousand knives, and my heart and liver had been cut open, and the pain spread from inside. I didn't know that ghosts can also feel pain.
