The man's shocked exclamation disturbed the ethereal girl. Her face was haggard and her body was soft and weak, as if she was made of paper. She slowly raised her head and looked at the ashen man, her thin face showing a trace of a smile.
"Ah Lin… it really is you… you're not dead…" The shocked man looked at the familiar smiling face of his deceased wife. He could not contain himself as he ran towards the ethereal figure and subconsciously reached out his arms to try to hug his beloved. However, he only hugged thin air.
The man was stunned as his arms passed through his wife's body. His fingertips did not encounter any of her previous warmth.
The Ping City citizens were stunned as they looked at the ethereal figures. Many of them saw familiar faces.
Fathers who had died of old age; relatives who had died in an illness; children who had died young…
The familiar faces filled their eyes.
