Ryan's Resilient Heart in Troubled Times Chapter 12

A family quietly moved into the city. A young man in white clothes brought a little kid in black clothes. The young man was not handsome, but he was handsome and well-behaved. He smiled at everyone and was amiable. The little kid had red lips and white teeth, and his eyes were like lacquer. He looked like the lucky boy next to Guanyin Bodhisattva in the New Year paintings, as lovable as a white jade dumpling. Unfortunately, he was very shy. When he saw people, he hid behind the young man, showing only half of his face timidly, which made him even more lovable. The kid seemed to be a mute. He was always quiet and not as noisy as ordinary children.

The young man said, "He can't speak." His face was expressionless, showing neither sadness nor regret, which made the gossipy women who came to join in the fun feel very sorry for him.

The young man said that his surname was Sang and his given name was Mo. He called the child who couldn't talk "Little Cat". They lived in a famous haunted house in the city. It was a large house that occupied a large area of   land in the north of the city. There were only two of them living there. Others were afraid of ghosts and didn't dare to live there. Young Master Sang said, "We have come a long way and don't have much money. We are satisfied to have a roof to shelter us from the wind and rain." He raised his head to look at the plaque on the beam covered by thick dust, and his face was still calm. It seemed that nothing could arouse his sorrow or joy. He was as pure as a devout ascetic. Only when he talked to the little cat could you see a layer of gentleness on his face.

Finally, she wanted to let go of everything and free herself, but was forcibly pulled back into this world of love and hate. Yan Gui felt very tired. She was so tired that she didn't want to argue with that person about who she loved and who she hated. She was so tired that she didn't want to recall the past events or people anymore, no matter whether that person was called Chu Zeyun or Kong Hua.

When she woke up, she could hardly recognize the weak and haggard man in front of her as the aloof and loveless Lord of the Underworld, Kong Hua. She had never seen him so miserable in the cold palace. He said, "Sang Mo, I will not let go."