The River Gods Bridegroom

That didn’t matter anymore.

As long as he was willing to help, that was enough.

Three months had already passed, but the only silver lining was that it takes a full year for a ghost to consume the health of a living person.

So, there was still plenty of time.

When I rushed back to the Xie household with Rong Si in the sixth month, I was met with an unexpected result.

Grandfather was cured.

That malevolent ghost had been cleaned out completely.

The old butler opened the door and looked surprised to see me. “Oh? Miss Ze, didn’t you leave?”

I was covered in dust and grime, completely devoid of divine power, and even less capable than an ordinary person.

I rushed into the house excitedly: “Xie Yu! Take me to see Grandfather.”

Xie Yu’s grandfather was sitting in the living room, looking radiant—there wasn’t a trace of illness left on him.

The girl who liked Xie Yu was holding onto his grandfather’s arm, her face full of coquettish affection.

Although Xie Yu’s grandfather seemed a bit annoyed by it, the scene still stung.

Xie Yu was sitting nearby reading a magazine.

He saw me walk in.

There was no fluctuation in Xie Yu’s expression or his eyes.

They were colder than the temperature of my own frozen territory in the dead of winter.

Xie Yu put away the magazine, walked toward me step by step, and dragged me outside the door. His voice and tone were laced with bone-chilling frost.

He looked much more haggard, his eyes filled with disappointment and pain.

“Ze Quan, didn’t I tell you repeatedly that day?

“I told you to wait for me to come back.

“At the very least, you should have waited for me to return so you could tell me to my face that you were still determined to leave.

“And yet, you left anyway.

“You’ve been gone for over half a year, so why come back now?”