Sakura Yuki?
Beichuan Si paused slightly, but his expression remained unchanged as he asked with an extraordinarily calm demeanor, "You mean to say, your name is Sakura Yuki?"
He pronounced each word distinctly and clearly, ensuring the female ghost before him could hear clearly.
"Yes... yes," Sakura Yuki nodded gently.
Seeing her expression, Beichuan Si took out his phone again, opened the photo gallery, and compared the face of Sakura Yuki in the photo with the one before him.
Neat and tidy short straight hair, the same scholarly air.
The Sakura Yuki in the photo was not exactly the same as the one in front of him, but they were already eight or nine tenths similar.
After all, the picture on Beichuan Si's phone was an ID photo, so a slight deviation was understandable.
Could it be that Sakura Yuki was really dead already?
Beichuan Si's face remained impassive, yet his mind was racing to think through this unexpected result.
This had caught him somewhat off guard.