After telling him her secret, Shen Yijia heaved a sigh of relief. At least she didn't have to hide it alone anymore.
She didn't say much about her previous life. It wasn't important anyway.
Song Jingchen was the opposite, even though Shen Yijia had repeatedly promised that she wouldn't leave or go back.
However, he would wake up in the middle of the night for a long time in the future. Then, he would reach out to check Shen Yijia's breathing. After confirming that she was still there, he would feel relieved.
He felt that a soul was even more difficult to catch than a demon.
It was like a puff of smoke, and he was afraid that the person in front of him would drift away from this body at any moment.
Shen Yijia had no idea what the person beside her was worried about.
Song Jingchen wanted her to recuperate in her room, so she didn't go out. She read the notebook Song Jingchen had bought for her every day to pass the time.
