Yue Xiaofang stared blankly into the air.
At dusk, the remnants of the setting sun spilled onto the ground, a translucent shadow floating in midair.
"Treasure, my treasure!"
Although Yue Xiaofang should have felt frightened, the throbbing connection of blood made her eyes brim with tears.
She actually knew clearly that the shadow before her was her child who had passed away prematurely.
"Mom, don't cry."
The shadow moved closer, seemingly trying to wipe Yue Xiaofang's cheeks with its tiny palms.
But it couldn't touch Yue Xiaofang's face at all and passed right through.
Yue Xiaofang hurriedly wiped her tears away, feeling lively for the first time in many days.
"Won't cry, Mom won't cry, my treasure is so good."
"Mom regrets, it's Mom's fault for not protecting you, allowing those beasts to harm you."
Yue Xiaofang looked up, trying hard not to let tears fall, staring unwaveringly ahead.