Shu Ya returned to her room, a picture of despair and lose, the little teddy bear in her bedroom moved its fingers.
Then, the Little Ghost Baby drifted out from the teddy bear.
The Little Ghost Baby no longer had the rosy, delicate appearance it previously had, looking exceptionally terrifying with its charred body. The sight pierced Shu Ya's heart, almost suffocating her with grief.
Her wavering heart, upon seeing Cheng Bin earlier, was now firm once again.
The Little Ghost Baby, as dark as pitch, nestled into Shu Ya's embrace, a look of contentment on its face, yet not a single moan of pain escaped its lips despite the severe pain it was enduring.
It didn't want its mother to feel sad and guilty again.
But it really hurt so much.
The yin energy seeping from its body into the air was making it weaker and weaker.
Once all the yin energy in its body dissipated, it would no longer be able to stay with its mother.