The weather in May wasn't exactly cold, but the Funeral Shop lacked the warmth of living people, and its feng shui was peculiar. Now, with a gust of wind, one could easily catch a chill.
Xu Qing walked around the counter, intending to ask a question, but unexpectedly, the little girl in front of him spoke first.
"Sir? Is that you, sir?"
Xu Qing was baffled. Who was this child, and why did she seem to recognize him?
Xuan Yu stopped licking its fur and stared intently at the two of them.
"Who are you?" Xu Qing asked, full of confusion.
The little girl, with a sallow complexion, noticed that Xu Qing didn't recognize her, and her voice turned timid again.
"Wang Liang is my brother. Doesn't sir remember me?"
Wang Liang... Xu Qing suddenly recalled that he once buried a deeply loving couple in Wanshou County, who had two children, one of whom was named Wang Liang.