此物最相思/These things one yearns for most  (смешанная)

“If you could leave this place, would you?”
The Valley Master’s gaze was so serious that for half a moment Zhou Zishu felt almost guilty to be deceiving him. But behind his eyes, there was a new glint—the wolf or the hunter, it was hard to tell which.
“The only way I’m leaving here is in a wooden box.”
Wen Kexing gave a startled laugh, tipping his head back to expose a long, bare throat. When he looked back at Zhou Zishu, his eyes still bore the same dangerous shine.
“You don’t need to die to become a ghost,” he said.