Bai Zhi'er saw how young she was, having already endured so much hardship, and couldn't help but feel a deep tenderness and compassion.
She stepped forward and gently embraced Xixi, letting her cry in her arms.
"Xixi, although I don't know how to comfort you, I do know that your parents loved you very much."
"The woman who bullied you was severely reprimanded by your father after she died."
"And your mother, you are her only hope; as long as you are alive, her hope endures."
Xixi choked up, "Really? My father never met me; how did he know who bullied me?"
Bai Zhi'er gave a slight smile, "He saw it, you know. That day when we went to the cemetery, he actually saw you come and was very happy."
Of course, this last sentence was Bai Zhi'er comforting Xixi.
That day, the hazy ghost only concerned itself with fighting the woman who had bullied his child.
When it finally left, it just gave the child one last reluctant glance before departing quickly.
