"Autumn White." He whispered, "I miss you, day and night."

Ye Nianmo immediately thought about what mysteries he might have suffered as Ding Yiyi, the lower class, and what mysteries might have reminded him of those who had died.

He approached him and touched his forehead behind him. The temperature on his head was normal. "Yebo?"

The man with his back to the stone statue raised his eyes blankly and looked at Ye Nianmo with a tone like duckweed. "Young Master?"

Quickly, he got excited and lost his rigour. "I saw her, she said she missed me very much, and asked me why I wasn't with her before she died."...