The shadowy figure walked clumsily to stand before Shu Guan.
"Excuse me, big brother, how should I address you?"
Shu Guan smiled at it, saying a phrase he thought was quite humorous.
However, the shadow did not speak, and it was unclear whether it was unable to speak or simply unable to answer Shu Guan's question.
It raised its thin, paper-like arm and pointed it at the little boy in Shu Guan's embrace.
Shu Guan was suddenly taken aback.
What did that mean?
He looked perplexedly at the shadow standing in front of him.
Yet the shadow had already reached out toward Rong Yao.
In his other hand, Shu Guan held a sharpened ox ear knife, subconsciously ready to slash at the misty arm, but he forcibly controlled this reaction.
Because he sensed no malice emanating from the shadow, but rather a complex emotion mixed with joy and sorrow.
The shadow's hand reached Rong Yao's head, gently stroking his hair, and then caressed his cheek for a moment.
