"Very well, Mom will take you home."
Ying Caixia was holding the girl's body.
The body had a rotting smell, but she didn't mind at all, holding her daughter tightly in her embrace.
She was afraid that if she let go, just like in the past, she would lose her daughter again.
"Mom will take you home."
Ying Caixia carried her daughter's body on her back; Fang Kaisheng wanted to help, but she pushed him away.
"I don't need your help. I lost her, so I must bring her back myself."
A dead body is particularly heavy. Ying Caixia, a haggard woman, seemed to possess endless strength as she firmly walked outside with the body on her back.
Ni Ni's soul followed beside her, tugging at her clothes, just like when she was little.
This time she held on tightly, never to be separated from her mother again.
They left, and nobody dared to stop them.
