Memory “The day Chen Anran died, there were no ghosts at the reservoir.” Bai Miaoqing couldn’t understand what An Ruxin meant. There were ghosts. She wasn’t lying. There were ghosts. Ghosts are real. “…Then it’s just a made-up story that happened to match reality.” Bai Miaoqing heard her own voice. An Ruxin seemed to scoff coldly: “…Don’t you think that sounds ridiculous?” “Ghosts are real.” Bai Miaoqing realized An Ruxin doubted her because she hadn’t yet understood…