After a long moment, Mr. Ye pulled back slightly, still keeping a hand on his son's shoulder as if afraid to let him go again.
"Okay, Little Ye," he said, his voice steadier now, "how about that story?"
Little Ye's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly, sitting down beside his father, curling up like he used to when he was alive.
Mr. Ye cleared his throat, trying to hold back more tears as he began the story.
"Once upon a time," he started softly.
As Mr. Ye's deep voice filled the room, Little Ye listened intently, his face calm.
Towards the end of the story, Little Ye's form starts to fade a bit.
Mr. Ye paused. He could hardly contain the tears in his eyes.
Yu Holea looked away.
She had exorcised too many ghosts...but she had hardly ever seen a cute and innocent ghost as Little Ye.
He seemed like a malicious ghost at first but in reality...he was just a boy with unfulfilled wishes.