"I want to be your friend for a month. Is that okay?"
The humble, candid words made An Ning turn to Jiang Xia and dutifully act as a translator for the ghost.
"Tao Quan wants to be my friend for a month."
"Jiang Xia? Jiang Xia? Jiang Xia—"
"Ah—I'm here."
Jiang Xia snapped out of it. He looked at a worried An Ning and asked, "Why can he remain as a soul? If something happened to me one day, could my soul be preserved too?"
An Ning placed the back of her hand on Jiang Xia's forehead. He wasn't feverish.
"You don't have a fever. What nonsense are you talking about? Why would you die? Besides, what's so enviable about Tao Quan's condition?"
"Isn't being alive a good thing?"
Jiang Xia gave a silly smile. "Of course being alive is great. I want to live, I'm just afraid of the what-ifs…"
"Don't worry. If you die, I'll just pull out your soul and turn you into an evil spirit. That way you can 'live' on forever, how's that?"
