Miss Jia simply couldn't believe that she had truly died, and for several hundred years at that, now existing only as a hollow, wandering ghost here.
Suddenly, she understood why her days felt so monotonously similar—this was the reason.
"It's a long story. I can come here, but you can't come to where I am."
"Then why did Young Master Ye seek me out and tell me these things?"
Miss Jia asked, puzzled.
Perhaps afraid of being overheard by others, Ye Qiu pulled Miss Jia away, going far into the distance.
In fact, pulling her along felt like holding onto a piece of paper, weightless, which explained why she moved silently—this was exactly how it felt.
Standing there, Ye Qiu said, "You might say this place is the Ghost Market, or it's underground. Above us is where the living reside, but because of the presence of ghosts like you, people can never live up there."
As they say, the human world and the ghost world are two separate realms, inherently incompatible.
