Her voice was steady and calm, yet every word struck them like a chisel, drilling into the hearts of the elderly couple, making their hearts bleed.
The truth is always so hurtful.
Granny Liu wept mournfully, not knowing what to say.
Changtian stood up, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and took a step to leave: "Let's go. Since they don't intend to get rid of this ghost, we needn't trouble ourselves further." He exerted a bit of strength in his hand, and Ning Xiaoxian knew his patience was exhausted, so she could only sigh and follow him out.
Since the elderly couple had chosen a path of ruin, she was not a hero in a fantasy movie dedicated to subduing demons and devils, forcing salvation upon those who didn't wish to live; reaching this step was already the utmost benevolence.
He was about to reach the door. Once beyond that wooden door, with his speed, in almost a blink of an eye, he could leave this small farmhouse far behind.
