Xie Ai couldn't react for a moment as he moved his eyes. He heard the ghost Yu Chen snorting as he crossed his hands on his chest. The moment the latter glanced at the young man on the ground, his expression softened as his dark aura dissipated.
He floated closer and caressed Xie Ai's cheeks. The latter felt cold creeping up his skin, but at the same time, it brought him inconsiderable warmth that engulfed his heart.
He stared at the ghost Yu Chen in a daze once again.
Even after death, this person hadn't left him. If Xie Ai had ignored how Yu Chen actually died in his past life, he might have cried a bucket of tears yearning for the man. But even so…
How could he ignore such a gentle Yu Chen, who was also so incomparably small and adorable? If Xie Ai had the ability, he might have squeezed the little Yu Chen and rubbed him in the palm of his hands, never letting go.
