The young man came up to Shen Siyuan and first waved his hand in front of him.
"Hello." He greeted him.
Shen Siyuan smiled and nodded at him.
"You... you can really see me?" His face was full of joy.
Shen Siyuan didn't answer but got up and walked towards Tang Tang, looking out at the tarmac through the glass wall.
If he answered the question while sitting there, he might be regarded as insane by the two elderly people.
The young man hurried to catch up.
When they reached the glass wall, the young man eagerly asked again, "Can you really see me?"
Although Shen Siyuan had nodded earlier, he still found it hard to believe.
He had been deceased for over twenty years, visited many places, and met many people, including renowned mountains and rivers, temples, and Taoist Temples, but no one had ever noticed his presence.
He had heard from other ghosts that some people could see their existence, but he thought it was just a legend.
