Wen Yan looked at the Ghost Bone in his hand, the whole Ghost burned away, and at last there was only a mouth left—really a hard mouth to the end.
Inside the seventeen transparent teeth, there were all kinds of scenes: a woman washing diapers, riding a bicycle, carrying a tightly wrapped child, traveling down a winter street.
And then to the simple daily meals, taking care through winter and summer, cold and warm—it all looked so ordinary.
But seeing these ordinary yet day after day, year after year scenes, Wen Yan let out a long sigh.
The love from Lu Jing's mother to Lu Jing had already been taken more than half away, the speed was really fast. A few days later and it might be gone completely.
At this moment, looking at these teeth, intact even under his flames, he didn't know how to return what had been taken.
He held up the Ghost Bone, came over to Lu Jing, brought the Ghost Bone close to her—but even after touching, there was still no reaction.
