Ye Siyuan startled awake and leaped from the bed. In her panic, she didn't even bother with slippers as she rushed to the side of the completely composed Su Chaoyang.
Her trembling voice betrayed her terror. Indeed, no one could remain calm at the sight of a woman who had been dead for some time.
So, had Bai Qingshui truly become a Malicious Ghost, to haunt her every night?
Ye Siyuan felt a chill run down her spine.
The Little Daoist, Su Chaoyang, sensed his aunt's nervousness. His soft, childish voice, imbued with a powerful strength that could calm the heart, said, "Auntie, don't be scared. With Baby here, no one can hurt you. If anyone dares to harm you, Baby will turn her to ashes."
Ye Siyuan looked down at the Little Daoist, Su Chaoyang, who exuded a serene aura. For some reason, she saw shades of her sister-in-law in the child's expression.
They didn't look alike, but that confident and serene demeanor was exactly the same.
Was it an illusion?
