What exactly happened on the 25th?

  He was originally a bit dazed, but now he's completely awake. He's lying on the bed, being supported by her, and she's carefully touching him, pushing him away with a frightened expression, saying: "You, you're really... what's wrong with you? You're not a ghost or an immortal, are you? Don't scare me!"

  Ming Yan smiled weakly, holding my hand and shaking his head with great difficulty. "I'm fine, it's just that tonight... I might have to use your bed to rest for a bit. Sorry."

  I'm not worried about these things, but I'm concerned about his situation. It's the first time I've seen a ghost look so weak. What happened to him when I wasn't aware of it?

  His body was still transparent, and when he closed his eyes and didn't speak, it seemed as if he would disappear at any moment. I held his hand tightly, hoping to bring him a hint of warmth with my body heat.

  I don't know why, but seeing him suffer like this makes my heart ache too, and I feel a lump in my throat, on the verge of tears.

  Thinking so, his cheek suddenly felt cool and he unknowingly shed tears. The crystal clear teardrops fell onto the back of his hand, passing through and dropping onto the bed sheet.

  Ming Yan's eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly as my tears passed through his body, and then returned to calmness.

  Did he feel something?

  We've known each other for almost two months, from knowing nothing about him to yesterday's unreasonable disturbance, from strangers to familiarity. Lying beside him quietly, all the fears in my heart disappeared at this moment, when he saved me in the last moment, I was so sure it was him, as if having him by my side would make me feel very at ease.

  I don't know when I started to rely on him, but somehow my heart just moved that way. He won't understand why I'm being unreasonable. He can say I'm greedy, he can say I'm wrong, but the look of disdain in his eyes hurt me deeply. He doesn't know how much impact such a belittling gaze has on me.

  Startled and exhausted, I eventually fell asleep next to him, until the next day when my uncle called me to get up for breakfast. Still, there was no sign of Ming Yan waking up, and his transparent body showed no changes.

  My uncle looked at me sleeping on the edge of the bed, seemingly perplexed, probably wondering how I fell asleep here. Seeing that I was awake, he habitually walked towards the window to pull open the curtains and let in some fresh air, but I hastily stopped him, even exclaiming: "Don't!"

  My uncle was startled by me and turned around, his hand stopped in mid-air without further action. "Why? You were possessed by unclean things yesterday, today you should be resting at home, sunbathing is good for you."

  I naturally knew what Uncle meant, but I couldn't tell him that there was also a ghost named Xian Mingyan who couldn't be exposed to sunlight and was still unconscious.

  So I used sleep as an excuse, pretending to cover my eyes with my hand, yawning and laughing: "Eh, that's what I'll do, stay at home honestly, but yesterday midnight after waking up, tossing and turning for half a day before falling asleep, you have to admit that I'm sleep-deprived, right? Look at me, I'm almost like a panda."

  I leaned in close to him, pulling up his eyelids to show him the bloodshot eyes and puffy eye bags.

  Uncle nodded and finally put down the intention of opening the curtains for ventilation, letting me hurry up to wash and dress, dinner was already ready.

  I hastily agreed to send him out, and looked at Ming Yan with concern, but still brought the door and followed Uncle to eat. At the dinner table, I couldn't help asking Uncle, how did I come back? Who sent me back?

  My uncle recalled that at the time, he was so scared when he saw me in disarray, thinking that the person who sent me back had messed with me and almost fought him. However, the young man was very polite and even wrapped a piece of clothing around me before sending me back, saying that he had seen me lying on the side of the road while passing through a small district where construction had stopped, so he kindly sent me back. In the end, what exactly happened wasn't clear to him either.

  The person described and the one I imagined as Chang Yu were somewhat different, it was obviously not Chang Yu who had transformed to send me back. Who was it? I turned my head to glance at the closed door, thinking that Ming Yan, who was still unconscious, immediately denied this idea, it shouldn't be him either.

  That person looks ordinary, and there is a big difference between him and Ming Yan's appearance. Who could that be?

  I rubbed my temples in distress, apart from Chang Yu and Ming Yan seeing me disheveled, could it be that a third person had also seen my sorry state?

  Good heavens! My body was seen clearly by Ming Yan, and I almost got possessed by that fierce ghost. And now, I've been carried back by this man... my face is burning hot, it must be as red as a piece of red cloth by now.

  Just thinking about the worrisome future makes me smoke from the top of my head, and I almost choke on the bread in my mouth.

  My uncle said I wasn't in good shape, and even when I came back, it wasn't that bad. He comforted me for a while, but seeing that I didn't react, he thought I needed time to adjust, so he didn't say anything else. Anyway, he doesn't have to worry about me being okay because he knows better than anyone how much I cherish life and wouldn't do something as useless as taking my own life over this.

  After reminding me a few words, he went to work and said that he would help me ask for a few days off, so I could recover well.

  This time is good, I just took care of him for a few days, and he became the one taking care of me again.

  But what I care more about is who sent me back, Uncle only cares about my life and death, but has not thought about how this person knows my identity, my address.

  A stranger, how could he so coincidentally know my identity and find my way home without any mistakes?

  I put away the bowls and chopsticks, came to the front of Baojia Xian's immortal hall, Changyu didn't appear when I woke up, where is she now?

  I lit the incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner, staring at Bao Jia Xian's tablet as I murmured: "Chang Yu, if you're here, I hope you can come out and tell me what really happened?"