[So touching, I want to cry.]
["Pants caked in mud, back soaked with sweat." No wonder you were dressed like that.]
[When I was a kid, my home was hit by a major flood, too. We were saved thanks to the soldiers and volunteers.]
Looking at the sobbing woman with the ramen-noodle hair and the still-clueless ghost...
Su Nian shook her head. "His time in the mortal world is short. He can stay for another ten minutes."
With that, Su Nian kicked them out of the livestream room.
"Alright, that's all for today's stream. We'll continue at the same time tomorrow."
Then, she ended the broadcast.
Meanwhile, Qing Huan, who had been waiting impatiently nearby, could no longer hold back.
"Su Nian, tell me, how am I supposed to get home?"
Su Nian shook her head. "Don't count on me. Go back and admit you were wrong yourself."
"Huh? Alright!"
She then mumbled softly, "Do you think I was possessed or something?"
Su Nian: ...
