Nanli grew even more curious, "Who exactly are you? You don't want to be anyone's son."
The boy's fragmented memories, stored within his soul, were evidently limited.
Upon hearing Nanli's words, he paused for a moment, only able to recall his own name as Dong Chen.
As for everything else, he remained clueless.
Nanli felt relieved that she could at least extract his name from him.
The boy's memories were limited, yet he could clearly express his unwillingness to be reborn, indicating that this obsession persisted throughout his life.
That's why his lingering soul had not fully gathered.
Without the desire to survive, even doctors find it difficult to save a person.
Ghosts are no exception.
Nanli assured him, "Rest assured, I will comply with the will of heaven, gather your scattered soul, and send it back to the underworld for reincarnation."
Dong Chen nodded, gratitude evidently on his face, "Sister, thank you."