"Are you my master?" Feng Qishi asked.
Mu Anxiao was startled for a moment, then looked up at Feng Qishi. "Of course I am your master, but only in name. As for other things, you'll have to figure them out yourself."
"I know, but I don't know any magic. Shouldn't you teach me?"
"How can I teach you when I can't even feel it myself?" Mu Anxiao said.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao, who seemed like a completely different person since waking up, and asked, "Do you regret it?"
"Regret what?" Mu Anxiao asked, tilting her head.
"Ever since you woke up, you've been out of sorts, saying things that contradict yourself," Feng Qishi said seriously. "Please understand, you are my master. If you're like this, I can't find the motivation either."
"This is my choice. It's just that I want to..." Mu Anxiao sighed. "I don't know what I'm thinking. I just feel extremely tired."
"If you ask me, losing your magic is nothing. You're still you. There's nothing to be ashamed of," Feng Qishi crouched down in front of Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao met Feng Qishi's gaze and said, "Losing so much all at once naturally changes one's state. Now..." She pursed her lips. "I can understand Shen Yan completely."
"His pain must be different from yours," Feng Qishi said suddenly.
Mu Anxiao blinked. "Yes, his must be a hundred or even a thousand times more painful than mine. Because I'm just returning it, but he… his was stolen."
Seeing Mu Anxiao becoming increasingly dejected, Feng Qishi exclaimed, "I didn't mean it that way! I was just saying that you two..." He stopped halfway through, then ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Never mind, the more I talk, the more you'll misunderstand."
Mu Anxiao smiled faintly. "Alright, I feel much better now."
"You recovered that quickly?" Feng Qishi was surprised.
Mu Anxiao said, "What's there to recover from? I'm just like this. When I first woke up, I might have felt a bit unwilling, but seeing the spiritual energy flowing through your hands made me feel better."
"You observe very carefully," Feng Qishi looked at his palm.
"Yes, I think," Mu Anxiao's lips curved. "After we go back, I won't be able to see these anymore."
"Then you must hurry and teach me. I've taken on all your tasks myself," Feng Qishi said earnestly.
"Okay, but..."
"I know, I'll give you some money," Feng Qishi said, seeing through Mu Anxiao's thoughts.
Mu Anxiao nodded. "That's more like it. Shall we go to the hospital now?" As she reached out, she froze.
"You..." Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao's hand passing through his body and smiled slightly. "It's okay. When you get back, you can ask the ones below for an immortal pill, and then you'll be able to touch us ghosts."
"Why did that happen?" Mu Anxiao asked, withdrawing her hand.
"Because as the spiritual energy left, the permanent medicinal effects of the immortal elixirs that were in your body also flowed away," Feng Qishi said in a low voice.
Mu Anxiao's face darkened, then she suddenly laughed. "This is quite good."
"Are you alright?" Feng Qishi felt that Mu Anxiao had gone mad.
Mu Anxiao shook her head. "I'm fine. I just feel exceptionally good. I feel so light now. If only my immortal soul's lifespan would also flow away, then," she smiled, "I'd be even more at ease."
"..." Feng Qishi was speechless.
Then, Mu Anxiao stood up and said, "Alright, let's go."
"Okay," Feng Qishi stood up and followed her.
Leaving the park, Mu Anxiao boarded a crowded bus. Feng Qishi stood beside her, watching her profile, and said, "If you feel bad in your heart, have a good cry. It will make you feel better."
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, thinking of her returning to her fifty-year-old mortal physique, and lowered her head without another word.
Following her, Feng Qishi sighed softly, then looked down. He saw his deskmate sitting there, crying.
"Uh, what's wrong with her?" Feng Qishi was surprised.
Mu Anxiao looked at the girl, then at Feng Qishi, and said, "Stop crying. The dead cannot be brought back to life."
Feng Qishi was shocked.
Immediately, the deskmate slowly raised her face to look at Mu Anxiao, her eyes wide. "It's you."
"It is," Mu Anxiao nodded, pointing to the bus door. "Do you want to get off."
"What are you going to do?"
"You've passed your stop," Mu Anxiao said.
Upon hearing this, the deskmate quickly looked out the window and stood up abruptly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I just got on the bus," Mu Anxiao said, turning and squeezing through the crowd to the rear door first.
Feng Qishi stood beside her and said, "You don't need to talk to her."
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi. When the bus stopped, she got off.
The deskmate followed her off the bus and said, "Thank you for reminding me."
Mu Anxiao took a deep breath, turned to face the deskmate, and said, "Do you want to send him off on his final journey?"
"Can I go?" the deskmate asked, her eyes filled with tears.
"Your teacher will probably go too. You can talk to him and say a few nice words, and he'll likely let you go with him," Mu Anxiao said, glancing at Feng Qishi. "But you can't let it affect your studies."
"I definitely won't."
"Feng Qishi told me before that you are a very good person," Mu Anxiao said earnestly.
Instantly, tears welled up in the deskmate's eyes. "Really?"
"Really. He said he's very grateful for your usual care, but he was too embarrassed to tell you himself, so he told me," Mu Anxiao said, acting out the scene.
Feng Qishi narrowed his eyes. "Is this fun for you?"
Mu Anxiao ignored Feng Qishi and said, "Alright, I'm leaving now. You should hurry and transfer to another bus."
"Yes, thank you," the deskmate nodded slightly.
Mu Anxiao smiled and walked away first.
Feng Qishi looked at his deskmate's tear-reddened eyes, then turned and quickly caught up with Mu Anxiao. "I never said those things. Can you stop spreading rumors?"
"I think she cares a lot about you," Mu Anxiao said, looking at Feng Qishi. "Also, when you were alive, you gave people the cold shoulder. Do you expect them to guess your thoughts after you're dead?"
"That's her business," Feng Qishi said, snorting. "I never thought she was good. I always thought she was incredibly meddlesome."
"Meddlesome? If someone concerns themselves with you, it means they think highly of you. Besides," Mu Anxiao slanted a glance at Feng Qishi, "you dead person, what right do you have to say this? What I want to convey is my business. What does it have to do with you?"
"Mu Xiaozi, calling you foolish doesn't mean you can start boasting. Please understand, she's my classmate. I know better than you what kind of person she is. If you say things like this, do you know what she'll say tomorrow?" Feng Qishi said solemnly.