"It has been seven days since I was murdered. Logically speaking, it's time for me to go Sansara." Phoebe's soul was near transparent. It was as though she was floating midair.
Jacob reached out and took her hand so that she would become more solid.
"You must have suffered a lot when you left." Jacob felt a pang in the heart. When Phoebe's body was discovered, there were many bruises on her body. She had been abused by the scoundrel before she died.
"Don't fret about it. It's my fate. It's nothing." A faint smile touched the corners of her mouth. "To be able to meet you before I die. I guess that's our fate."
"Those who harbor deep resentment when they die usually become a Vicious Aura. However, you are different." Jacob flashed her a smile and pulled a joke. However, only he knew deep down how heart-wrenching he felt when he said it.