As she spoke, she started to walk forward, but her mother grabbed her.
Yet Zeng Hui still broke free and crouched down.
"Ch-child!"
Trembling, she reached out, wanting to touch the ghost child's head.
At that moment, Wu Tong and his parents all looked at me.
Seeing that I did not move, they did not continue trying to stop her.
When Zeng Hui's hand touched the frail infant spirit, its oversized head actually rubbed lightly against her fingers.
Its raspy voice sounded again.
"Mama..."
That one cry completely shattered Zeng Hui's composure.
With a wail, she burst into tears.
"Ch-child, I'm sorry!"
Her voice trembled.
Wu Tong hurriedly crouched down as well and reached toward the ghost child.
"I'm sorry, child. It's... it's your father and mother's fault. You... you've suffered so much."
As he spoke, Wu Tong began to cry too.
After all, blood was thicker than water. This was their child.
The fruit of their love had been unable to be born because of some immature beliefs, becoming an infant spirit that haunted them instead.
The battered infant spirit looked at Wu Tong and Zeng Hui, then suddenly smiled.
"Hehehe, Papa, Mama..."
But it was very weak. It could only say that much and still could not get up.
Yet this time, the infant spirit's smile and voice no longer filled those in the room with terror, fear, or horror. Instead, they felt even more indebted to this ghost child.
Even Wu Tong's mother and mother-in-law had reddened eyes by then...
"Hungry... Baby's hungry..."
The infant spirit continued.
For a moment, everyone in the room failed to react. At a loss, they looked at me.
With a cigarette dangling from my lips, I said, "Didn't you buy milk and candy on the way here?"
Only then did Wu