What kind of love and hatred, what kind of man, did something so unforgivable to her, that made the red-clothed female ghost harbor such deep resentment, preferring to sink into the Wangchuan River, never to reincarnate, just to wait for that man to appear and then drag him down with her.
Such a grievance is chilling to even think about, and Lin Tian couldn't imagine it.
"Why are you helping me?" Lin Tian asked the same question again.
"You and he are so alike, but you are more devoted. You would throw yourself into the Wangchuan River for love. If only you were him, how great it would be." The red-clothed female ghost said faintly.
Do I look like him, or is it the temperament? Lin Tian was taken aback, then awkwardly said, "You want to drag me into the Wangchuan River, but not because I look like your lover, right? Let me tell you, I am me, not your lover, don't get the wrong idea."
