"It's the name of a child."
Knowing that the child had become like this after experiencing poor treatment, Xiang Ruyu's tone softened somewhat as she explained, looking at the slightly terrifying face before her.
The name...
The little ghost lowered his head.
He had no name.
He wasn't Liang Liang.
Just now, no one had cried for him; all he had was his 'father's' scolding—if he didn't play games properly with 'father', he would be thrown away, unwanted by anyone.
Why?
Why didn't they give him a name?
Why didn't they like him? Even if someone—like this person before him—could be just a little bit kind to him... that would have been good.
——
"Auntie!"
Tang Jin ran up to Xiang Ruyu in a few steps, clutching his little dust whisk and staring at the little ghost whose movements had clearly quickened.
Usually, what was used to maintain control over a little ghost? Just now, she obviously didn't know what had triggered him, and he had lost control.