Xiang Minghou's legs gave out as he tried to get out of bed, and he nearly collapsed. He pointed a finger at the door. "Close... close... the door..."
"Luo Xuan, close the door," Ye Qianning called out without lifting her head as she bent down to support him.
Luo Xuan hit the hallway floor with a THUD. He staggered to his feet and, with trembling hands, went to close the door...
Seeing this, Xiang Minghou grew even more panicked, staring at Ye Qianning with a hint of reproach. "You... you..."
"Father, sit down. Don't be nervous." After helping Xiang Minghou onto the bed, Ye Qianning turned to pour him a cup of tea. "Drink this. It will help you calm down."
Xiang Minghou took it and downed it in one gulp. It took nearly a minute for his breathing to return to normal.
"So, Father, do you believe in the supernatural now?"
'In my past life, I really did die. Without this body, I probably would have been just a remnant soul, dissipating into thin air.'
