Xiajun's mouth dropped open when he realized who was in the front seat. It was a ghost, its face a pale, translucent blue, its eyes hollow and lifeless.
But the fact that it was a ghost was not what left Xiajun staggered; he had seen enough of those in his day. It was the fact that the ghost had a face resembling his father.
Xiajun had never seen his father in person, and he had hoped and hoped to someday see his ghost. Once he turned into an adult, he even went and looked for his parents on the road where they died, but it seemed that they were never there.
How could it be that they had no regrets?
But seeing his face now, his father's face which was embedded in Xiajun's memory, he didn't know what to do. But the car kept driving and Xiajun struggled in the back seat, unable to get away.