My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

Song Yan stood in front of a small room that was located in the furthest part of the south wing of the Song family. This room was once her mother's study, she would be sitting in this room, just by the side of the window. Apparently, this room had the best view and her mother loved it so much that she would spend her entire day here, when she was young, Song Yan would often rush up to this room after throwing her school bag and as soon as she pushed the door open, her mother would look up from a bunch of documents and smile at her like she was the sun of her life that lit up her entire existence.

Hesitating, Song Yan raised her hand and pushed the door open. The door churned and squeaked, clear evidence that no one has been in this room for a very long time, and Song Yan who already knew that even though she was to push open the door to this room, she will find no one sitting next to the window, no one will raise her head and smile at her until her world turned a complete one-eighty —— from gloomy to full of laughter.

Knew that no longer her mother would rush towards her and pick her in her arms and twirl her around in the air. There will be no laughter and giggles but as soon as a pile of dust fell on the ground, Song Yan felt her throat constricts with a wave of sadness that she didn't know that she could still feel.

She breathed hard and touched the boxes that has been piled up on one another, most probably holding the prized possessions of her mother.  Song Yan would have preferred if her father threw them away because then she wouldn't have to go through this heavy feeling that she was at the moment—— watching all the possessions of her mother that once decorated every inch of this house being locked up and forgotten was worse than being thrown away.

If her father had thrown them she would have perceived that he cared, that her mother's absence affected him. But what should she feel now that she knew that her father had these, for all these years and yer he never bothered himself —— to take another look at them.

Fang Yanli watched Song Yan look around with a vulnerability that she has never seen before and didn't say anything, at the moment, she knew just how hard everything was for Song Yan. Her mother's murder was right in front of her and yet she couldn't kill her even though she had the powers to do so, the divine being will never forgive her if she were to raise her hands on Chu Lian who was technically considered innocent since she never committed a murder with her own hands and just hired people to do her dirty job.

Her mother's culprit was sleeping peacefully and yet her mother's every trace was locked up in this small room like it was insignificant.

If she could cry then she would have when she watched the crushed expression on Song Yan's face when she saw that no one was waiting for her inside this room. She knew that feeling all too well, when her mother died, for years she would wish that her mother would somehow come alive and hold her back in her arms.

But the dead never return, the living has to move on and live their lives with nothing but memories.

Song Yan walked to the end of the room in a sort of daze before clutching the cloth of what looked like a portrait and pulling the white cloth that hid the photo frame. As soon as she did that, a cloud of dust scattered all around and the face of an ethereally beautiful woman came into view.

" Your father needs to get his eyes checked if you ask me," said Fang Yanli as she drew in a gasp. She thought that Song Yan was beautiful but her mother was just on another level, she was just so pretty that if Fang Yanli was a man, she would have held her in her palm, instead of forgetting everything about such a beautiful woman. Even now, she wanted to burn the image of Song Yan's mother's face in her memory, she was that beautiful.

Song Yan chuckled as she raised her hand and caressed the picture. " Yeah, she was beautiful… the most beautiful woman that I have known." As she said that, she traced the photo frame and finally found what she was looking for, she clicked the sneaky button that her mother had asked the crafter to carve in the photo frame and the tricky drawer to a dirty old cabinet snapped open. " She was also the most suspicious woman, I don't know when was the last time, she trusted anyone."

She strode to the cabinet and took out the will of her mother, including a  bunch of share transfer papers and a diary. Song Yan traced the edge of the diary and placed it all in the spirit ring. " She always use to say that you can never put all your faith in a man, he is not worth it."

Wasn't it because of her mother's cautious attitude these share transfer papers were still safe?

Once she was done, she returned to her mother's portrait and picked up the white cloth that has been covering it. A sad glimmer glinted in her eyes as she looked at her mother's smiling face that she will never see again. " I will free you mother, just wait a bit longer." This was her promise to her mother and she was going to keep it no matter what.

After returning everything to its place, Song Yan walked out of the room. She wished that Chu Lian had buried her mother's body in the Song mansion, then maybe her mother wouldn't have to wait for so long, to get the peace that she once loved so much.

But Chu Lian was very thorough in her work, she separated the Yin and Yang of her mother's soul. Trapped the Yang inside her mother's body and the Yin one was locked in the array, she didn't know whether or not that one day the array might be broken but as a backup, just in case, she specifically separated her mother's soul like this—— if the array was broken and her mother went after Chu Lian while she was alive.

Even in her death, Chu Lian wanted to drag her mother down with her, giving her no chance to reincarnate.

P.S: Song Yan is upset send powerstones and gifts to cheer her up! Lol yeah you are right it's author who is desperately begging for them *sobs*