As she spoke, Xuexue tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to her.
"I can't eat it either," Xiao Taohong said with a sad face, her expression downcast, her figure still floating in mid-air, motionless. She had been dead for nearly twenty years, how could she still enjoy the delicacies of the living world?
"Even if you can't eat it, smelling it is good too. Come here," Xuexue continued to gesture to her.
Although Xiao Taohong was a little ghost, with her sweet appearance and the look of a five- or six-year-old, she was very lovable. At that moment, with her face full of sorrow, Xuexue's heartstrings were tugged by her motherly affection, and she felt deeply sorry for her.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Taohong finally descended from the air and, feet not touching the ground, drifted towards Xuexue. She took the golden-brown rabbit foot and sniffed it with her nose lowered, smiling and saying, "Mmm, that smells great."
