"Ye Yan, we can hear ghost voices; have you ever heard your mother's voice?"
"No." Ye Yan shook his head, "Never have."
"When my mother passed away, during the vigil with Gu Lili, she came back. Although I couldn't see her, I could hear her voice. Maybe your mom just didn't want to speak?" Gu Xichen asked, "I've heard you say there's only one photo of your mom, the rest were burned. I've seen that photo, and I'm certain Lili has never seen what your mom looks like."
"I know." Ye Yan felt heavy-hearted, "Suddenly learning about this, it's really hard to describe the feeling in my heart, it's fear, resentment, and longing all at once."
Gu Xichen patted his shoulder, "Fear and resentment can never outweigh longing. After my mom passed away, I understood that when a person is gone, they are truly gone. Everything in the past is in the past; don't leave yourself with any regrets."
