He stayed here for so long, long enough to forget whether he had done more good or bad in his life.
Today, let's do a good deed.
The Ghost King wasn't a nagging ghost; handing the Star Stone to Xiao Xue without a word, he quietly watched her.
Xiao Xue suddenly stopped crying. Crying too hard, her face turned a little red. She stared blankly at the Ghost King, stretched out her hand, then withdrew it, not taking what was in his hand.
Xiao Xue looked at Han Jing: "Mother, shall I help him?"
Xiao Xue's voice was soft. Han Jing knew when she pleaded like this, it wasn't out of mischief or whimsy; she was earnest in her request.
Han Jing should have refused her, but faced with Xiao Xue's sincere eyes, she still nodded.
She always hoped Xiao Xue would be a happy child.
