Chapter 1237: Wind
Spectres’ Mansion, Xijing District, the next day.
A few more graves with no tombstones were added to the grove in the back of the mansion, for War Tiger, Nine Frost, Mischievous Monkey, Dead Pig, and Harvest Song.
Nine Frost’s grave sat on a slightly elevated ground on the edge, as if he were watching over everyone else.
A woman sat beside the grave, dressed in a solemn black coat with a grey and white checkered scarf. Her hair was cut neatly short, just reaching her chin. While her face was youthful, her eyes were old.
On the ninth day of every month, Chen Ying would bring a bouquet of flowers to Nine Frost and sit with him for an afternoon. Today was no exception. She sat under the winter sun, scattered by the canopies overhead. A one-sided conversation was taking place.
“Yesterday, I visited Xiuyi’s grandmother at the nursing home. She looks good. And she asked about you. I told her that you have been busy with work...”
A gust of wind rustled Chen Ying’s short hair. Suddenly, memories flooded her mind.
After the tragedy at the Starcatching Pavilion, Chen Ying had been on the verge of a breakdown. Worried that she would take her own life, Gao Yang asked Nainai to share a room with her for the night and Nine Frost to keep an eye on her during the day.
Nine Frost wasn’t a man of many words, and he wasn’t good at comforting people. He came up with a crude solution: give Chen Ying a task every day to keep her occupied.
On a warm Sunday in winter, Nine Frost took Chen Ying out on a mission—well, there weren’t that many missions to take her on, so this time, he took her on a personal errand.
Nine Frost visited Xiuyi’s grandmother at the nursing home every month.