"Give it a try," Little Braids insisted.
The Old Ghost had no choice but to comply.
She approached the crib and reached out to play with the child.
The baby suddenly looked over, their eyes meeting.
The Old Ghost was astonished, "I can feel it, he can see me, his eyes are telling me, he sees me, he's looking at me!"
The Old Ghost was extremely excited; it was the first time she'd encountered a baby who could see her in all her time here.
She hummed a lullaby like a kind grandmother, soothing the child and making him laugh.
The infant responded in kind, indicating that he could indeed see her.
The Old Ghost was incredulous, "He's so small, how does he do it? Is it innate? But surely he doesn't have Yin Yang Eyes!"
"That's none of your concern, just leave."
The Old Ghost walked away reluctantly, looking back every few steps.
But she didn't dare defy the young ghost messenger; fearful of the brush in his hand, she had to leave obediently.
