Even the Ghost neighbors behind her were very nice. Those strangely-shaped Ghosts, who spoke in a somewhat disjointed manner, would even invite her to eat white-cut chicken and were willing to treat her to chicken legs.
She knew that those Ghosts, once they couldn't get their hands on white-cut chicken, would come out to cause trouble. Their willingness to share their beloved white-cut chicken legs with her meant something.
She listened to the Steward's arrangements, attending school with a settled heart, not crying or making a fuss, nor asking too many questions, just to put everyone at ease.
But now, seeing Wen Yan safe and sound, standing at the door welcoming everyone, she could no longer hold back. She buried her face in Wen Yan's chest, fighting back tears, but they kept streaming out.
Wen Yan reached out his hand and ruffled the little girl's hair.
"It's no big deal, just a small issue. Go wash your face, and get ready for dinner."
