Yan Fu and his wife widened their eyes in an instant and held the little ghost tightly in their arms.
"Little Treasure, my darling, how could you bear to leave us just like that!" The woman cried her heart out.
All these years, everyone blamed her for not looking after her child, but no one understood the pain of a mother losing her child.
"Mom..." The little ghost timidly raised his hand, wanting to hug his mother's head, yet fearing he was dreaming and dared not to touch the loved one so close by.
The woman grabbed the little ghost's hand and pressed it against her face.
The little ghost's hand was cold, so cold it felt like it could freeze her bones, but she couldn't bear to let go. Just holding the little ghost for another second comforted her, finally seeing her son again.
"You only have a quarter of an hour," Xia Mian spoke softly from the side. "He doesn't belong here. Now that his attachment is resolved, he should move on and reincarnate."
